I have a confession to make. My sacred space has always been "hidden". As a kid, I was afraid that having an altar was a bad thing (I grew up in a conservative area). So, though I knew what it was, other's wouldn't be able to tell if they came into my room. I had my Kwan Yin bell, my incense, candles, a few of my favorite crystals and stones from the local rock shop and a zen garden. Honestly, the set up wasn't much different physically than it is now, but the mental attitude I had about it was a reflection of a deeper issue with expressing my spirituality. To friends and family my sacred space just looked like a few well placed, decorative trinkets. It was comfortable for me, they wouldn't ask me the questions I was afraid to answer.
I have since come out of the 'broom closet', yet have subconsciously kept the habit of hiding my altar. For a long time, I lived with family - so my tiny corner of incense and candles staid shoved between photo boxes and books on the shelf. For two years my family has lived in a large home of our very own. We have three bedrooms, one of which is used as an office. And in that office is a ton of space - for my son's homeschool supplies, my art supplies, a gigantic metal desk, hundreds of books, yet this is where I use to have my altar:
I know, it's embarrassing.
Again, the way we treat our Sacred Space speaks to how we feel about our spiritual practice. When my most sacred spiritual objects and tools were shoved into this tiny space, surrounded by clutter - it was obvious that I was not prioritizing my rituals and meditations. This my friend, will not do.
So, I have gone through a lot over the last six months. The girl who used to hide her feelings and beliefs is slowly starting to melt away, exposing a woman who strives to embody her higher self, and embrace her beliefs with open arms. This is what my Sacred Space looks like now.
Now, I sit in my office chair, writing my blog posts or working on homework, and my altar beckons me from across the room. I want to go sit on my lush, orange satin, light some sage and do a tarot reading. I'm surrounded by reminders of what keeps me going. I'm close to my son's artwork that lines the wall of our office/classroom. All around me are my drawings and paintings - they remind me of my creative flow. All the elements are represented here, the water in my vase, the fire from my candles, the way the air moves the smoke from smoldering incense and the crystals scattered about cleanse and consecrate the energy created there. I'm so glad that my spiritual space reflects how far I have come inside.
I encourage you, regardless of your religion or spiritual path, to create your own Sacred Space somewhere in your home. Fill it with things that remind you of your faith, things that fill your heart with peace and magic and invites you to close your eyes and connect.
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