I had not visited the Sweat Lodge in so long I could not quite remember just how long it had been. It had either been a year and a half or two and a half years. Regardless, it had been TOO long.
The Lodge is a unique place. There is no other structure I know of with quite that type of none-linear time/space. The Ancient Ones (the Stones) somehow meet us in that liminal place and there we offer our prayers but, more profoundly, there They teach us.
There have been times when I entered the Lodge knowing what my prayers would be, what my work and intentions would be. This time I prayed silently for the Spirits of the Lodge to teach me what I needed to learn.
I had made the two and one half hour drive by myself, beginning before dawn. I had watched the sun rise in silence on a quiet road. I had simply stayed open and quiet and allowed the Spirits of the Lodge to speak as They would to my soul.
The messages that I received were about listening to discover what my loved ones need from me and what I need to be well. About allowing my passions to remain strong but finding ways to express those within my own boundaries as well as the boundaries of those I love. About the fact that fear and anger are not only acceptable but necessary emotions, that they are useful when kept in appropriate proportion and when put to proper use. And that love is not something I need to earn. And that all things will manifest according to the commitment I afford them.
I give thanks for the Water-Pourer, the Fire–Tenders, the Ancient Ones, the Spirits of the Land, the Spirits of the Lodge and the Beloveds who care for all those present.
I will not allow so much time to pass before I return again. Blessed be.