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Beholding the Sacred

Merriam Webster says a Priestess is “a woman authorized to perform the sacred rites of a religion,” and “a woman regarded as a leader.” Dictionary dot com says, “a woman who officiates in sacred rites.” So then, what is sacred? The official definition includes that which is connected with God or dedicated to a religious purpose. I am an ordained minister, one who studies spirituality, psychology, and philosophy regularly and I have for decades. I have been actively performing ceremonies for a couple of years now.

I had a mentor who encouraged me to embrace the title of Priestess. I’ve come to understand it’s not about the paper but about the devotion. My title doesn’t come from the government which authorizes me to perform ceremonies, or the church which ordained me, or any other association I could form in this world. I am who I am because of what I do. Rather, I do what I do because of who I am. When I awaken in the night from a vivid dream and write it down for later guidance, I am doing my work. When I craft a gathering to bring souls together as a remedy for the lonely and the disconnect, I am doing my work. When I answer a call from a dear friend searching for guidance, emotional support, or actionable care, I am doing my work.

In this era of my life, the sacred holds space and is growing in my awareness. I have found deep meaning in ceremonies and intentions. I have realized that my very religious upbringing was missing the spiritual element. It feels like the difference between memorizing something necessary to remember and learning something that you will comprehend, truly know, and be able to use. I am now using what I know and studying what I need to know with a passion that is hotter than any I have had before.

A quote that is a longtime favorite of mine; “The more I know, the more I realize I know nothing.” -Socrates.
I have been a life-long student with a thirst for knowledge. With decades behind me, possessing the most knowledge I ever have up to this moment, I am very aware that my own knowledge is limited compared to the potential for what can be known. Yet, I am becoming of the mindset that the greatest goal isn’t to possess all the knowledge, but rather to use the knowledge that I do possess to impact those I cross paths with for the betterment of ourselves and community. What amazing ripples of impact we could make if only everyone would simply become a better version of self and influence the collective to do the same. So, when I put on the purpose of the Priestess, I endeavor to create imprints that promote healing, growth, and higher purpose in the world around me.

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The Woman with a Message

It was Mother’s Day, and I decided what I needed was a little spiritual healing. I chose to visit one of my favorite shops for something to light up my soul. There I met a woman with a message for me. From the very first exchange, she spoke words that were familiar to me; things I’ve been hearing a lot lately. She confirmed deep feelings I’ve been carrying. Some of it shined a bright spotlight on what I’ve been struggling with, revealing a need to let go, forgive, and move forward into blessings. Some of it spoke to my life purpose, which I am intimately aware of, and my deep need to embrace my confidence and do what I am meant to do. The thing is, I have been holding onto some old ideas, some expired dreams, and some parts of my past that simply aren’t meant to move with me into the next chapter of this life.

She saw my blocked voice and my hesitation to speak. Ironically, she is not the first person to point this out to me. It’s a message I’ve been dancing with for some time. She connected it to my purpose as a spiritual teacher. No less ironic, she is not the first person to boldly proclaim this calling in my life without knowing a thing about me other than my present energy. I’ve had a handful of guides over the years tell me directly that I am a spiritual teacher and healer. I know this with a certainty in my bones that it’s as much of who I am as the color of my eyes. Even my eyes reveal my destiny.

The most profound part of her message was how she honed in on my gift of writing, the fact that I’ve been stuck and not writing, and the intense need I have to write and share my story as part of my purpose and path as a healer. I’ve danced with this gift for years, writing for fun and education. I’ve worked on books that have never made it much farther than my fingertips. I experience great confidence and also great insecurity about the vulnerability of publishing my own mind. Yet, on a sunny May afternoon, I was brought to a woman with a message for me, which was that I am a woman with a message that needs to be shared. So here I am, taking the first step in a new direction, and telling the story of my own life.