It has often occurred to me that my home is my temple, my castle. It is my sacred and private place in which I am safe to laugh, cry and safely explore and experience the ever-changing dynamic of my worlds, both spiritual and physical. In this place, I have gathered together my most private and special possessions, meant to be shared and experienced by only those I invite within.
It is no wonder, then, that a recent violation of my home caused a modicum of unrest for which I was not immediately prepared. I returned home to find over $3000 worth of damage had been caused in my absence. This damage occurred when entry was forced by the intruders. Within my home, nothing was visibly damaged or removed, but a creeping sense of dread and anger filled my heart. I was sickened by the thought that someone had been inside my home, touched my private and personal things, and thus, soiled my temple.
As a former brick-and-mortar storefront owner, I am unfortunately familiar with being robbed. I experienced two break-ins during which items and money were stolen and never recovered. Although I certainly experienced the disgust and sadness of violation, my skin did not crawl with personalized sensation. I did not dread setting foot on the property, nor did I feel the need to cleanse every individual item that might or might not have been molested by uninvited hands.
An extension of the body’s physical form, the true temple in which we spend our every physical breath, the home is next in its sacred value. In this physical world, it is a representation and active vision of the self.
Items we choose to keep visible, either decorative or functional, or tucked away in attic corners are both obvious and secret glimpses of who we are and who we wish to be. They are representative of our journey to divinity and hold within them, a life that we may not wish to share with others because it is not yet an accurate picture of our ultimate vision. A life in which we are growing and evolving moment to moment, raw and yet uncultured. Personal. Private.
Those who enter a home unwelcomed violate a sacred and private space. They leave behind an energy that seeps into the cracks of the walls, poisoning the foundation upon which the temple is built, as intruders breaching castle walls. The pillaging within, if not physical, takes place in the form of energy that must be cleansed and purged so that the temple walls are reclaimed once again.
My candle has been relit in comfort and stillness and my home is once again my castle, refortified, reclaimed and restored.