While gesso, paint and matte medium were drying, I opted for a walk in the woods instead of a nap. (I do adore naps ~ they are adorable and necessary.) I meandered down the old road remembering one of my friends had built a pyramid in the woods. A couple of months ago, she'd excitedly showed me her sacred space near the run-off creek below the dam. Lovely. Alders bent over just so indicating a "roofed" protected space. She'd started leaving offerings there. We performed a rite (been a dog's age, I can tell you). On our way back up the old road, I remember cautioning my friend about building an obvious sacred space, such as a pyramid, in the woods where I know there are raucous teens and the occasional hunter, not to mention hikers ~ all of whom might not respect her space. That her offerings might be pillaged. She understood that possibility, but was undaunted.
And this is where I guess I've gotten to be a bit of a snob. At one time, I was all about making Sacred Space in wild places. Medicine Wheels, calling quarters, making circles ~ I was no stranger to these. They were lovely, great, even handy at the time. However, since then I've come to feel Sacred Space is everywhere, nowhere and where I'm at at the moment ~ all of which sounds a little stupid. It's Lazy Spirituality, I guess, but for me it makes perfect sense. I leave my sacred offerings in the forms of appreciation and presence. Not that I'm stingy with crystals or corn meal. I simply want my connection with God Herself on a deeper, unseen level. No one need know the intimacy of my visit by leaving tangible evidence. It leaves Nature wild and undisturbed. The very most I might engage in is cairn building or creating a small Medicine Wheel from items found in each direction at that moment. The rocks may fall, the wind may sweep away my Wheel and all is as it should be.
So I visited my friend's pyramid on this trek. Though I'd wanted to help her build it, the hustle and bustle of my schedule wouldn't allow it. However, built it was near the run-off creek a little outside her Sacred Circle. I saw more offerings had been left in the alders. Copper wire wrapped two of the four legs to the wooden structure. At the apex a double-terminated quartz wrapped also in copper was hung. I stood under it a moment. I felt, well . . . structured, organized and that was fine. Turning within the pyramid's space though, I caught sight of a huge tree and I knew that was my Sacred Space for today. Leaving the pyramid, I rested my back against this large being, feeling at home in body, mind and spirit. Before I left, I added some rocks creating a cairn in the pyramid (I hope she doesn't mind) ~ either they'll be standing when she visits again or they won't.
Now I am ready for that nap. My new page is glued in and awaiting ruminations . . . perhaps on Sacred Space.
|A spread in the making.|
|Ripped words painted over and stenciled with the|
|The Bella Acrylics, by golly!|
|The finished page glued in.|
|The flip side.|
|Some other things to be glued in . . . Later.|
After my nap.