This one was hard. Like others, I'm not living near any places of personal power right now. Even my home isn't really a specifically sacred place, other than it being a place that shelters me and that I am grateful to in the security sense. I was kicking around the idea of doing a trip to all the different places I've lived in this city, but that just didn't seem like quite the thing. And then it snowed, and I knew how unlikely it was that I'd feel like trekking from Spanish Harlem to Bay Ridge. I was honestly going to blow this one off.
I haven't done any meditation in a while, though, and I had an assignment to meditate for class. Almost immediately upon settling down, I felt a tug to go to the. . .I don't know what you'd call it. It's not a temple per se. It's the sacred space I set up when I was living abroad and couldn't do much work in the physical world for various reasons. I used to be quite regular with my workings there, but haven't really made use of it in several years. I'd been thinking of it randomly over the past week or two, and I vaguely remember a dream fragment set there.The pull was pretty insistent, and the path was clear and easy, so I went. I was expecting it to be kind of dusty and empty, the way it's been the past time or two I've wandered in. Instead, it was clean and organized, but a bit chilly, the way your house is when you get home after a trip. I went to the "outdoor" section of the space, where a large cauldron was set up on the beach. I looked into it and was shown several images of the job and housing situations I will be starting in the next few weeks--all with keys that will help me know which offers to take and which to pass up. Then I was given a drink of broth from the cauldron. I heard a very strong voice saying, "It starts here. It has to start from here." Then I was told to bathe in the lake, which I did, and then I rose up out of the water and swooped in and out. Totally weird, but awesome. I felt like I was molting, dropping old growth. When I landed back on the beach, I went inside and lit a fire. I sat down next to it, and then the meditation ended itself--just faded away and I came back to the present.
I definitely feel like I'm on the right path. I lost a bunch of self-doubt back there in the lake, and took my future into myself, so I'm feeling much more confident. I definitely get the feeling that I just need to trust--I was terrified that the lake would be freezing, but it was tropically warm. The whole message seemed to say two things: "Get back to your roots," and "Come on in, the water's fine!" It was neat, and needed.