What makes a thing, anything, sacred? What is holy? Is it just because a few “special” people tell us “This is holy; this is sacred”? Is it only rare, beautiful things that are sacred? What about the holy in the ordinary, the common place, the everyday? It makes sense to me that the things with which you come into contact regularly would be special. After all, you see, touch and experience them all the time, which means they are in some way necessary for life. We tend to think of holy and sacred as something out of the ordinary that we set aside for special occasions, like Grandmama’s good dishes or those special shoes we think we only deserve to wear once in awhile for “special occasions”. The ordinary tends to get pushed aside simply because it’s ordinary, we see and interact with it all the time. But these bits of ordinariness to me are far more sacred than anything we could set aside exactly because they are interacted with daily. They affect our lives in more ways and more strongly than any special building or grove that we visit only rarely.
To me, the human body is sacred, holy, a temple of the grandest design no matter the size or shape it shows up. EVERY human body, not just the socially approved ones. Now that I consider it, not just the human ones either but for now I’ll just talk about the humans. We are all inhabiting incredible temples of sacredness. We don’t behave like we are but that doesn’t make it any less true. We behave as though only some people are “worthy” of being called sacred because their bodies can do things differently than others or because they have starved and denied their bodies to the point of a kind of mental enlightenment. Not true. Every single human walking, crawling, laying about, making love, running errands, clubbing, what have you – ALL of them are sacred temples. Each body houses a member of one of the mot amazing species on the planet. Each body does the very best it can under whatever circumstances it is given and sometimes the results are astounding. But even the “ordinary everyday” accomplishments are nothing short of miraculous when observed without judgement and loved and appreciated as it is in the moment.