While Sarah Bush and I prepare for this coming weekend and our Sacred Passages Re-Treat (to be "treated again"), it has come to my mind that I am smack in the middle of Sacred Passages – all kinds of Sacred Passages in my life. As are we all, one after another.
The selling of my paid-for-home of 30 years has been a Sacred Passage. My daughter, son-in-law and I have been talking about it for many months. This last August we decided to do it. Hope, angst, self-doubt, hope, fear, grief, hope, more grief and lots of lots of decisions – what to keep, what to trash, what to give away. In the end, I'm trusting my heart and having faith.
Delivering the new, re-formatted More To Life Weekend this last weekend was a Sacred Passage. Hope, doubt and lots of discernment about how to embed the tweaks in a way that flows. In the end, I trusted my heart and my experience, the partnership with Nicole, the participants, the material, having faith that, in the end, all would be well. And it was.
During the weekend, I re-dealt with the death of my sister, Susi. It was a long time ago, but the memories are vivid – the black body-bag, my brother wailing, her face in the coffin – tons of lifeshocks/snapshots of an event that seemed to take forever – shock, grief, numbness, fear. And finally, later, with a much expanded heart – faith.
Sacred Passages. Sloughing off what is out-dated, being in touch with that which has been unearthed, unknown or untouched. It's a time of growing up, which requires a letting go – death to the Way It Was and a re-birth into the Way It Is Now – moving us closer to our essence, further into our destiny. Faith.