Sacred Space

This morning I woke around 7am and decided that my walk has been long overdue. The last time I walked for exercise was the other week with Mel. We walked down to the Meadowbank Wharf and came back out to the corner of Domino's Pizza at Station St and Victoria Rd.

Today I did something similar. At 7:40am I grappled my 3.5 kilo weights and took the stairs and walked out to West Parade. I crossed Victoria Rd and at the lights I walked along Maxim St which was in the direction of the Church of St Michaels where Mel and I were married just over a month ago. Along Maxim I went down a slope into Bank St and from there I followed a pretty much straight line to Meadowbank Park near the wharf.

The cool air tingled my senses. It was a pleasant morning for almost anything. I slowly moved to the edge of the water and did my stretches and energy gathering using some old Korean techniques from Chun Do Sun Bup, gathering with my hands from as high as I could reach and down to the Dan Tian just above the groin. Then I would gather bending down and scooping energy as low as I could and bring my hands again to the Dan Tian. Then I just did a free-form grasping of energy from around me.

Energy flows all around us. Energy connects us to the world, to the universe and to each other. We ourselves are Energy. Then I sat down on a slab of rock where Mel and I have sat down for quick appreciations of the view in front of us, the humble river, the overhanging railway bridge towards the left, the quiet view of the Olympic grounds on the right, the protruding cranes over Rhodes, the unhurried passing ferries gliding by creating gentle waves that lap on the banks of Parramatta River.

Sitting down, I closed my eyes and commenced a meditation someone taught me on the weekend. Starting from the root chakra, I visualised the colour red disappearing and I replaced it with a fresh colour red, vibrant and spinning. Then I proceeded to the sacral chakra above groin and did the same thing with the colour orange. Then on the solar plexus the colour yellow. Then on the heart the colour green. Then on the throat the colour blue. Then on the forehead the colour indigo. Then on the crown the colour violet.

That was the extent of the meditation, a conscious wordless prayer of clearing and centering. At that time and place that was my sacred space, my connection with myself and the Divine. It is important for us to be grounded and prepared for the day. We are not just flesh and bone but also mind and spirit swimming in the sea of energy pretty much the same way that fish swim in water. The fish however never asks, "What and where is the water? " The fish just swims. We as humans however have the capacity to ask, "What and where is the energy? " and contemplate on the power of the Divine that is around us. But really what happens most of the time is that we forget this vast sea of energy that God himself has created for us as as a kind of boundless Eden.

After a few minutes of silence, oblivious to the morning joggers and bike riders, I opened my eyes to a team of eager rowers who have stopped at the distance in front of me. I lifted my heaviness up from the sitting rock and ambled on to Shepherd's Bay then all the way up Bowden St. At the junction with Victoria Rd I turned left to walk on home trudging the beaten footpaths. The familiar sight of many cars passing by, the faint smell of the petrol fumes, and the friendly sound of footsteps of people passing by filled my quickened senses. I thank God that I made my walk today.