Posts tagged sacred space
"We are our own sacred space..."

In thinking about the temple, I have been thinking a lot about sacred geometry -- the mathematical principles that guide the design and construction of our sacred spaces; our temples, churches, mosques, synagogues. We as humans are drawn to admire these principles both in nature as well as in the built environment. And the human body itself is designed with these principles in mind, we are proportioned to mimic these patterns that we see in nature. So we are our own sacred space.

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"The temple is within us..."

I love that we are recognizing sacred spaces in ourselves and our lives. I certainly find my bedroom to be one of my temples. I have a small alter for my meditations and my windows face east so its very energizing to practice here in the mornings. Keeping this space clean and calm definitely keeps me at ease. However, when the weather is nice I find myself abandoning this temple to be outside. Living in New York I think the city's parks are all temples in themselves. There's something very cleansing about laying in soft grass and breathing in (relatively) fresh air especially in a place that calls us to spend most of our time in buildings or surrounded by concrete, these green spaces are all the more precious!

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"The Inner Temple"

The sound of singing bowls transmit a frequency, a silent humming of energy. There is one near each chakra, tuning the spokes of the wheels to source. It is a hymn of my love affair with the Divine. The scent of incense smoke petitions the spirits raising consciousness. Swirls, looping around each energy center collaborating in a purification rite ...a passage.

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"When I think of a temple, a 7'x3' block of space comes to mind..."

When I think of a temple, a 7'x3' block of space comes to mind. The caramel-colored hardwood floors, the screened windows transmitting early morning quiet, punctuated by the language of neighborhood animals, unknowable yet familiar, as comforting as the light sweat that kisses my brow and back as I conclude my sun salutations. I used to beg of technology to fill that little space with tempos and rhythms, Hare krishnas and ancient psalms, but now I find an unmatched music in my breath. As I move, as I flow from one posture to the next, I can feel the rest of my day also smoothing out before me.

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