Reclaiming Sacred

“What is it that I deeply know, but have been afraid to live like it is so?” Neale Donald Walsch

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This summer I am part of something called, “Circe’s Circle” run by life coach Jamie Ridler.  In the call last week I was talking about how hard it was for me to be proud of the work that I am doing.  One of the other women suggested to me that I needed to come up with a new word to use to describe myself, since when I used the phrase, ‘woo woo’ I had lots of trouble owning it.

As soon as I let myself process that, the word sacred popped into my head like a big Las Vegas casino sign, and I was drawn to get the book Style Statement off of my shelf.  It is a workbook aimed at helping you to define your authentic self.  I thought when I worked through the exercises a couple of years ago that I had come up with mine, but as it hadn’t stuck, I thought it was just another thing I had failed at.  As it turns out, I simply hadn’t got it right the first time.

Reading the definition of sacred, I felt like it was finally right.  Woo woo doesn’t convey the depth of connection or feeling that I have when I am working or feeling or noticing who I am.  Sacred feels richer and heavier and more… well… sacred somehow.  But that wasn’t the end of it.  As I read through the definitions of the other words, I got stuck on feminine.  Now I would usually have skipped right over that word, but that night something clicked deep in my core.

“Sacred Feminine,” I whispered, actually wondering why it felt so familiar before realizing that it is only the thing that I have written a whole book about.  The two words hum together in my head, equal parts who I am, what I believe and what I most need to embrace.

Most staggeringly of all, I explored all of this in my journal on my trip to Bath yesterday, and ended up rushing to finish in time to get off of the train.  When I sat down in Starbucks to wait for my girlfriends to arrive, I opened up my journal again and read the last thing I had written on the train: “… because now I know who I am.”  I don’t even remember remember writing it, but it gives me goosebumps to read.

So there it is.  I’ve given up woo woo for its deeper, richer cousin.  For better or for worse, I am officially reclaiming sacred, and you know what? It feels really, really good.

(This post got too long to go into what Sacred and Feminine mean to me – thank you for reading this far, I’ll tell you more another time!)

xo