I am part of an online group of women who are what I like to call, “of a certain age.” I think it’s women over 50 and on this my 68th birthday, I am reminded I qualify with flying colors. Each week there is a word for us to ponder on or maybe even blog about. This week’s word is “sacred.” And I can’t help but remember this post about Sacred Spaces long ago and far away (Nov. 2010), so I am bringing it forward once again. These last years of care-giving, retiring and all that came along with that, changed my rhythms and I have had a hard time finding them again. It is becoming quite clear to me being open to new rhythms, instead of trying to impose the former ones is the way to start again.
Sacred Space: A time and place set apart for God and God alone.
Sitting this morning on “my rock,” under “my willow tree,” my eyes fall on the now familiar view across the lake – the new houses I have watched “grow.” I sense there is something special here, but I don’t think the houses are “speaking” to me today. It’s more because these houses, along with the willow tree under which I sit, tell me that I am in my sacred place once again.
The view isn’t what is sacred!
But seeing these familiar sights ushers me into
a settled-in feeling that says . . .
“Ahhhhh . . . .I am here Lord.
I am so looking forward to being with you this morning.”
these are places where I’ve
met you in meaningful ways.
engaged my heart with yours.
I have more than one “Sacred Space.”
Besides this rock, under the willow tree beside Lake Opeka,
there is the off-the-main-path waterfall at the Garden,
“my”corner table at The Garden Cafe . . .
the lakeside hide-away across from the Garden fountain . . .
mom’s chair, now mine and the crackling “Montana” candle . . .
And it occurs to me that it isn’t so much the physical surroundings
as it is the interaction I’ve experienced here
the times I have engaged my heart through Scripture
Places and experiences like these draw me back for more.
Revisiting this post helps draw me back to a rhythm. It will be a new one, not like the old, for much as changed. Sometimes it’s good to read your own words.