Sacred Scribe | March 14 2012
I have always carried with me an ancient memory of a time when I lived in balance and harmony with my world and its people. It’s been more like a “feeling” or a “longing” I’ve held in my heart, for a time and way of living that I somehow knew was sacred, abundant, and harmonious.
It was a world that revered both heaven and earth, and all of daily life revolved around this sacredness.
Children were taught from birth this reverence for earth and sky by the elders -the keepers of ancient memories – and this assured that the flames of wisdom and “right living” would burn on for generations.
Every life, be it plant, animal, or human was honoured for it’s place in the Great Eternal Oneness, for everyone knew about the invisible lines of love and life force that connected all to All.
To not give thanks, or not offer up a prayer of gratitude for the blessings of daily sustenance was considered sacrilege. No gift was too small to go unnoticed, for the web of life beheld every brilliant jewel of the Great Unknown, and when honored in such a way, would illuminate the soul of every living creature, bringing peace, balance and harmony to All.
It was a time of great divinity, before the need of external reminders, the temples, churches, statues, or gods.