In looking over my notes for the posts I want to write I unintentionally put two words together: Sacred Warrior. If I were to invite you to be a Sacred Warrior, what would I be asking of you? As I consider this, my initial thoughts are that I would be asking you to protect the Sacred. Protect what matters, not just to you, but to those who share the air you breathe. Protect what matters, what has true value for our lives, the lives that exist with us, and the lives that are to come. To me a tree is life so what we deem Sacred individually is not what may be Sacred collectively. If you were to enlist as a Sacred Warrior the next question might be which army you serve: the Army of Me or the Army of Us.
And let me be clear that I’m aware that a Warrior doesn’t have to be involved in a War that is a physical battle. The struggle can be in our hearts or in our minds as something as simple seeming as a word can wound. Just because the battle isn’t necessarily physical doesn’t mean it’s easy. The same letters that spell the word sacred also spell the word scared.
What do you hold Sacred? If you were to enlist as a Sacred Warrior what would it mean if you joined the Army of Me or the Army of Us? Would there be a difference in what you fought for?
