I'm back in Los Angeles after another intense week in the Montana wilderness. The place has a wild edge to it that rattles me, inspires me, and never fails to impress upon me a sense of sacredness.
As usual, it was hard to head back to the city, but I'm realizing the sacredness in the ordinary now. "Everyday Sacred" is the phrase I'm looking for, realizing that it's a matter of carrying that sacredness inside me, and then it will spread to wherever I find myself and whoever I am with.
Feathered Pipe Ranch is a place of sacred sanctuary, like a recharge button for the lantern that is me, and I can use my experiences in the forest to carry me into my work back here in Los Angeles.
The ranch is truly a place of leadership and friendship as India Supera and her beloved guru intended - at least for me it works that way.
Everyday Sacred, carrying the experience within myself, keeping it there, and expanding it into a silent spread over all the frenzy here in this "real" life of traffic jams and deadlines. The affective purpose of a retreat is to let the silent spread extend to wherever you find yourself and whoever you are with , to every word you write, speak, every bit of food you take in your body, to all that is you.
The silent spread seems like a tall order, but you can't stay in Rivendale forever. By virtue of being alive you will have to embody being, and it is more enlightened, more peaceful, more appropriate to do that from a place of awareness.
It's good to be home.
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