My life as worship

photo credit Alicia Thiede

I continue to spend time sorting out what it is that I believe. There are moments when I panic because for so long I was so deeply rooted in what I knew to be truth and now I have more questions than I do answers. Sometimes that's refreshing to me. To keep asking and seeking and other times I miss the simplicity of being grounded.

In the last couple of years I'm finding such a connection with so many different things. So many beautiful rituals and beliefs that I've overlooked and dismissed previously, and the mountainous things that I had no idea existed. Just a couple weeks ago I learned more about Jewish culture, reading and watching as others that I love celebrated Rosh Hashanah. I love the beauty of a good and sweet new year in autumn.

This morning my love and I piled all of our babies in the car and took a road trip. We listened to the new Mumford and Sons album really loud, sipped Starbucks and the car was full of chatter and anticipation. When we arrived at a local lake with lots of trails for hiking we jumped out and started to explore. We walked (and ran) through the red-orange filled hillsides, stopping to admire spider webs and fallen branches. I shared with the kids the importance of leaving something behind if you pick up a leaf or twig and what that offering might look like. {Which is something that I learned in SouLodge another place that I've gleaned so much and discovered a deep love for shamanism.}

Years ago I believed that church was the only place I could worship on Sunday mornings and that "Christian" music was the only thing to draw me nearer to the Divine. But today I feel differently. It felt holy to walk through the woods, the words coming from the blasted car stereo moved me to tears AND I felt more deeply connected than I have in a very long time.

Right in this moment, I believe that my life is worship. The things that I do in each sacred second can be holy and sacred. I am not so removed from all that is Divine and sweet, even as I sit in the car and read the words on a CD case, even as I stare upon the flaming trees and hear the sounds of laughter from each of my kids.

There have been moments when I've dismissed so much. Separating the sacred from the routine, the minuscule from the majestic. It all looks very different to me now.

I don't know what it is that you cling to as truth, but I'm looking to live a life that looks like worship. (The word is derived from the Old English worthscipe, meaning worthiness or worth-ship — to give, at its simplest, worth to something) I want to give worth to something.

I'm going to be choosing 3 things each day to share that are symbolic of my life as worship. Today I listed : Mumford & Sons, hiking w/my loves in the autumn glory, my hair in pigtails.This practices feels so very right to me right now. It's causing me to see what it is that I'm doing in my life that's working and what might be laid down for a bit, until a time of purpose comes along. These are ways that I am moved, actions that I'm doing, moments that are sacred or simply who I'm being.

I'm inviting you to come along with me for the month of October. You can take a photo and tag it on Instagram, you can list it on twitter or facebook, or you could just collect them for yourself on slips of paper. Whatever feels right to you. If you decide to share you can tag them with #mylifeasworship

So much love sacred sisters.