Hello Beloved One,

Last weekend I had a wonderful love-affair with a childhood memory that I’m moved to share with you.

The first time I ever slept outdoors was during the summer I turned nine.  Tucked into a sleeping bag, wide-eye and a little bit nervous, I remember the wonder I felt as I looked up at the sparkly Milky Way.  

The trees surrounding the campsite reached up and framed my view, as if creating a portal for starlight to pour through and bathe me in astonishment, delight and wonder.  Awestruck, I remember struggling to keep myself awake, not wanting to miss a moment of belonging to this night.  But sleep was stronger.  I woke up in the morning with a dreamy remembering clinging to me. 

I think that night was when I fell in love with God.  

The way I see it now, beckoned by the dancing stars, when I entered that portal, my nine-year-old heart was aware it was stepping into something extraordinary: she entered a temple for the very first time. She entered a holy place of welcome, reverence, comfort, belonging, and worship.

At the time I couldn’t have imagined that I would time-travel back to that starry night again and again and again.   But I do.  And those trips back in time, like the one I took last weekend, remind me that this incredible world is a temple. This very moment is a temple. 

And with the remembering, I slide my awareness into this body-temple as if I was slipping into the silky sacredness of the night sky.   I rest into my body as a place of welcome, reverence, comfort, belonging, and worship. And I whisper holy, holy, holy.

Loving you with stars in my eyes,
Sharon