I take daily respite in the morning. It’s my habit to arise quite early, usually before the sun is up, and sit cross-legged facing the east, to the hills just across the way, above the preserved land below my home. Then I go into meditation. I no longer use any technique as I did years ago. Going into meditation became automatic. The energy and stillness just arrive. When the sun comes up over the hills I know it immediately, not only from the strong light that plays against my eyelids, but also because the sun’s vibration is palpable, adding to what I was already experiencing on my own.
For more than thirty years, I’ve started my day this way, in different homes through time but essentially the same process. The fruits of this ritual are potent. It sets the tone for my day; it’s a benefit to my health; insights and guidance are offered: something explained, inspiration given, direction that becomes evident. But most importantly perhaps is the feeling of Presence, a sense of the sacred.
I have another respite that I’ve come, over the past few years, to treasure equally, with the same benefits. It’s turned into a habit as well. Every several weeks, five women convene at a home to share a meal and deep communication. I am one of them. We come from different walks of life, life stages and range of experiences and talents. Not all of us even knew the others when we began to gather. Yet we are a homogenous group in that we all seek the same thing: a safe haven where we can let our hair down, talk about tough nuggets we encounter, explore new ideas and celebrate each other. I think I can speak for all of those involved in saying: We’ve become significant to each other, a family of choice.
Two years ago, we added an annual camping trip. I have to laugh because we have different ideas of what camping is and the activities involved. But we came to consensus, and this days-long respite has become paramount, too. Last year we camped in the Manti-La Sal National Forest in southeastern Utah. Two weeks ago we were in the Catalinas north of Tucson. We were early this year, and those of us in tents, rather than the camper, froze some nights. Indeed, when I got up at 5 a.m. there was frost blanketing the outside of my tent. But the sun came up. The coffee was hot and the conversation warm. As normal, we undertook our individual pursuits—reading, napping, hiking in quiet places and birdwatching, writing, one-on-one time—and gathering as a group for meals or when we felt like it for deep conversation. It’s fully free and easy.
It was to this group I entrusted the initial reading of my forthcoming novel Portals to the Vision Serpent, to test the flow and story. Any author will understand what it is to let others view their work at that early stage. I knew I could let them hold my fragile newborn, and they would make it dear and be honest. I made changes based on their feedback.
So, I also knew that I could test an idea I have for the next novel with them. I’ve been mulling it over for the past few years, bits and pieces coming to me over time. It’s fairly complex and pushes the boundaries of a religious doctrine. Right before our camping trip somehow I stumbled upon an actual person who may serve as the inspiration for the main character. It finally seemed time to share, even though the framework wasn’t fully formed. I was grateful I had their full attention. After listening to my somewhat disjointed dissertation, they agreed the idea had sturdy legs. Now I’m further inspired.
I’ll end here by relating what I’ve learned to be true:
– Daily respite enriches life and is a necessity to mine;
– Gathering regularly with intended community encourages risk-taking, provides comfort and is a sacred respite in itself;
– Even though I live in a wilderness area where silence prevails, leaving home and work for retreat invites further Presence into my life.
This post is dedicated to my Moon Sistars.
Hola! Ahhhhhh, yes, ….. families of choice – sacred space with precious Sistars!! May it always be so. Happy to know you have this gift of sacred friendship and support. The perfect space to tend new creations in a safe and creative environment. Waitin’ for vision Serpent and whatever manifests after that…
I can relate to the frost on the tent during your camping but definitely not that delicious salad Nicoise- Sweet!
When I saw your picture of the Hoodoos I wanted to go sit with them even tho’ they may not be readily accessible – amazing….feels like they would draw you right in…
Happy full moon n eclipse coming up. I’ve been making cedar ‘weavers’ for the women’s reteat. Then yesterday a willow woven portal to crawl thru . Next is soy moon candles i’m going to roll myself or something for G. Fire. Oh mana mia…..here we go Take good care of who you are Jan
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