Most of my life I have perceived the world I move through symbolically. At age 15 I began working with my dreams as messages from my unconscious self at a time when I barely had an understanding of what that meant. Learning to read Tarot and “unpack” the messages the images and stories it contains was a natural progression for me. Now, my dreams, tarot readings, and waking life experiences all form an intricate landscape of different layers, textures, and sensations that provide a rich tapestry in which to navigate my way through this world.
So when something big happens in my life, I tend to delve into all of the layers of symbolic meanings.
My husband Eli gifted me with this lovely yurt 6 years ago. He respects and supports my need to have my own space for my meditation, studies, readings and prayers. It became my temple, my sanctuary, and space for readings, classes, and retreats for students, clients, and ceremonial kin. It was exciting to see it come together and rise up to create such a beautiful space.
Creating sacred space is a gift and a responsibility. The space holds the energy of the intentions and activities that go on inside of it. This sweet little yurt held a lot of fine energy from me and many others who joined me there.
This winter we have been gifted with much needed amazingly heavy snow here in SW Colorado. I loved making the trek from our home to my warm little yurt in the snow, which, by the way, we had reinforced and weatherized this summer. So imagine my shock and grief when it collapsed while my husband was pulling the snow off of the roof.
Immediately, the symbolic layers of meaning started flooding in even as we were rescuing my books and decks from the snow.
- The roof collapsed inward, protecting everything inside. Just a few smashed lampshades and broken table leg that is already fixed. And my Snake Goddess of Crete lost her arms.
- My books and decks were against the only wall panels that fell out, spilling across the snow making them easy to scoop up. I gathered them and threw them in a box while Eli ran them inside and dried them all. I didn’t lose one book or deck. And I have hundreds!
- The roof collapsed in, rather than blowing off the top like the Tower card.
- My “stuff” was all ok, the structure was destroyed.
- This happened just a few hours after I formulated my intentions for 2016 and invited new energies into my life.
- I was not in the yurt when it collapsed.
So, what does it all mean?
One of my practices is to hold the tension between apparently opposing forces without trying to make any one of them wrong or right. As I was shoveling snow out of my yurt in order to rescue my beautiful Turkish rug, I was seeing the clear blue sky, snow on the branches, and hearing the birds in the trees. I felt the expansiveness of the walls coming down and releasing of all the previously contained energy to the universe while I was grieving the loss of my sacred space.
I am now integrating my altars, ritual space, and tools for my Work into my office in our home. Bringing the sacred into our home.
I am blessed with friends who share similar ways of viewing the world symbolically. My good friend and colleague, Cassandra Leoncini of Two Eagles Astrology (she’s excellent, check her out!) observed that rather than a Tower experience where the top of the tower is blown off by pressure building up inside, the roof collapses in, pushing everything out. A feminine birthing complement to the masculine explosive destructive Tower. Another soul sister, artist Rebecca Koeppen, was musing along the lines of the yurt being too top-heavy, too “mental”, and collapsing from the weight of that. Time to inhabit my heart more!
And the tarot reading I did rather quickly after the initial rescue served to soothe me even more.
9 of Wands-there I am at the end of a long struggle, successful but kind of beat up by it.
8 of Cups-not satisfied with this outcome I leave on a journey looking for the missing piece of my heart.
3 of Cups-And I find the missing piece of my heart in the creativity and joy of sharing and celebrating with my sisters!
My overall impression to date (it’s still evolving!) is that the collapse of my yurt is a marking the end of one phase of my life and pushing me out into a new creative phase. My “stuff” and tools of my trade are all intact allowing me to move forward with my work, while expanding beyond the boundaries that I had set in place and incorporating my sacred space into my home. Follow My Heart!
Quite an auspicious start for 2016, don’t you think?