On Sacredness, Reverence, Fear and Flatulence

Two Saturday’s ago I conducted a small group session at the Reston, VA, Unitarian Universalist church.  As part of my group preparation, I use music to help me turn up the volume of my connection and tune out the extraneous noise.  On this day, I chose to use a 33Bowls track called Morning. While the singing bowls were singing, an older man hesitantly walked through the sanctuary door, then walked out.  He returned in a few minutes with a strange look on his face and asked if he could interrupt to move two tables into storage. I said, “Well, sure” and grabbed one of them to help out.  As he was leaving, he apologized quietly but profusely for interrupting.  When I attempted to ensure him that there was no interruption, he shared that he heard/felt the sacred music and thought his entering the space was an intrusion–essentially an intrusion into the sacred.  Stunned is the wrong word to describe what I immediately felt when he said that.  I think I was a  little stunned and a little confused.  I then continued with the session without thinking more of it until the next day.

I’ve let the thoughts about this experience noodle around in the noggin for a week and was pushed to write when my Photo A Day appeared in the inbox & bopped me upside the head.  It depicted an Orthodox priest pleading with a policeman to not attack protesters in Serbia.  Maybe my experience (or lack thereof) in all things ‘spiritual’ skews how I view the sacred.  Maybe not. Either way, I noticed that my response to the priest being what some might call un-holy as well as unruly as more in touch with the sacred than the man who hesitated in the beauty of the music & energy.  I’ve not quite expressed that the way I mean to because in my world, nothing is really more ‘sacred’ than any other thing. I just can’t articulate the different responses to these two situations in quite another manner at this point.

To me, the idea that anything ‘sacred’ should be approached with hesitation, a sense of ‘interrupting something special’ or actions/emotions linked to separation or fear feels foreign to me.  That the toning of singing bowls would appear to another more sacred than a good fart is beyond me.  I’ve already shared that I don’t assign any more significance to a polished stone than I do a folding chair and this is a kind of continuation of that.  That the particular toning of bowls feels divine is a given.  So is a well-timed fart. It makes you feel much better and, if that well-timed is timed ‘just so’, the hilarity it brings lightens the load of more than just the gas-passer.  Come on now, you know it! You’ve done it and laughed when others did!  You also pick your nose but we’ll not get into that here.

One thought on “On Sacredness, Reverence, Fear and Flatulence

  1. Just a thought about feeling……. Feel the magnificance of your soul, its power over all. Feel the souls of others. Then feel your tiny spot on earth, then the whole earth…..feel the solar system…… feel the Milky Way…… then feel billions of Milky Ways and then feel ALL ELSE, EVERYTHING. Look at some of the galaxies shown on APOD (Google APOD, Astronomy Picture of the Day) and realize your insignificance and yet your magnificance. Luv you Ingrid

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