By the end of TEDx MidAtlantic last Thursday, I could barely get out a coherent sentence. It has been a week, and I am just starting to grasp the impact it had on me. The two quotes that summed up the day for me are both from Joel Salatin:
“What I have found is that serendipitously, my success is tied to the cumulative effect of everyday stories, and faithfulness to injecting sacredness and nobility into every little action of my day.”
“If we devote ourselves to sacredness in our vocations, the world will rise to meet us.”
The short version of the past week is that I am so totally blissed out that I’m having trouble getting anything done. I don’t know what it was about TEDx that triggered this (psilocybin in the water?), but even writing has been challenging. Attaching words to what is going on in my head feels ridiculous. I could spend my days doing nothing but teaching and practicing yoga, eating cookies, and reading poetry. Actually, I could spend my days doing… nothing.
I know this will change, and I know that some balance will roll in and put me back out in the world. What I might be figuring out here is that all this bliss is pointless unless it is shared. Perhaps this is where the concept of sacredness enters. Maybe bringing sacredness into every act of every day means bringing that bliss to it, a little piece of that connectedness with samadhi, the divine, whatever one chooses to call it. After all, what is the point of all of that connectedness if I can’t use it to get more connected to everything around me? Instead of turning away from the things that pale by the light of all of this sacred business, maybe the time is better spent turning to all of that pale stuff and bring light to it. Sacredness.
Practically, I don’t know what is going to come of all of this, what will be born from this mental and emotional shift. All I know is that however fuzzy I may be right now, it is thoroughly enjoyable, and (almost) everything else can wait.
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