I am participating in Kat McNally’s April Moon, a two week reflective writing challenge. Each day, Kat sends an email with a single word prompt to spark some time during the powerful time between the total lunar eclipse and the full moon. Participate with us!
The prompt for day four is
What feelings does this word evoke? What sorts of memories does it recall? Which of your senses start to tingle? How would you represent what this word means to you?
The first thing that comes to mind with the word “sacred” involves writing. When I went through the Invitational Summer Institute with the Northern Nevada Writing Project, a sit of the National Writing Project, I was introduced to the concept of Sacred Writing Time. I believe this was an invention of Corbett Harrison, our site director, because at the other sites I’ve participated in, I’ve not heard the same term.
I’ve enjoyed the idea of treating my writing time as “sacred” – something that is precious and important. Something that is not to be violated. I have tried to make a mental shift for my morning pages – making it sacred – something to be honored and revered. It doesn’t always work. There are times when things come up and life gets in the way, but I have found that when I’m really focused on treating that time and process as “sacred”, I’m more likely to actually do the work during that time, less likely to find excuses to not sit down and write.
Beyond writing, though, sacred gets a little fuzzy for me. I’m not a religious person, so all of the connotations that are usually associated with sacred do not resonate with me. The texts, the iconography, none of it is sacred to me. I can respect it – and I do – but beyond that, I have little reverence for it. Which is odd because when I have been in very old churches – some of the places say in the Smoky Mountains, in the Land Between the Lakes, abandoned and decaying Southern churches- ancient places where people have come to worship and momentarily lay their burdens down, I have a sense of the sacred – I feel reverence that I do not when I step into a new church.
When it comes down to it, I have to say that my marriage is sacred. I frequently say that not much comes before it. I waited a really long time to make this kind of commitment to another person, and I take it seriously. I’m protective of it, and I don’t allow much to come between us. On that, Sweet Husband and I are united. Last fall, friends were experiencing some difficulty in their own marriage that necessitated the husband moving in with us. It wasn’t long before the issues in their relationship were becoming issues in our relationship. While this was a long-standing and important relationship to Sweet Husband, he laid it on the line for his friend and said, “Look – this isn’t good for my marriage. We’re happy to help you, but if you’re going to be here, then you can’t bring your drama into my home. You’re my friend, but my marriage comes first.”
What is scared to you? What does scared mean for you?