Sacred sexuality, jargon or for real?
Sadly, there is so much pain interwoven with love. It’s a beautiful thing to participate in and witness people healing themselves. In August 2019, I participated in a personal development seminar, Connecting in Love, put on by HAI (The Human Awareness Institute). The weekend program was an enriching experiencing in many ways. The facilitators created a very safe space to explore parts of myself that I might not get to on my own. I was able to share my humanity (human experience) with others. And other people shared their humanity with me.
I had a breakthrough from this workshop about sacred sexuality. (BTW the workshop is not about sacred sexuality. This is my own epiphany.) I’ve heard the term sacred sexuality before, mostly in the Tantra community. I never understood this term. Taking deep breathes and sighing on exhale or holding extending eye contact didn’t create something sacred in me. So I wrote off this term as jargon.
During one of the workshop group share’s (a time when one person may speak to everyone in the room) a woman participant said something to the effect, that she only allows people who are special to see or touch her yoni. Yoni, as I understand it, is a Sanskrit word for vagina that means temple. Her share planted a seed in my mind. This seed grew into a train of thought.
I imagined from this woman’s words only special people get to see or touch my yoni. That to her sex was something special. Something sacred. She held her body as something sacred and as a result sex was something sacred.
I’ve thought of sex as many things: fun, exciting, hot, bonding, tender, romantic, etc. But I had never thought of it as sacred, something revered. This ideas of sacred continued to expand to the body as something sacred. Of course I’ve heard the phrase your body is a temple. But, I’d believed that was more of a cliché than anything else.
I’ve changed my mind about the idea of sacred sexuality. It’s not jargon any more. Sacred sexuality comes from within when I hold myself as something sacred. For me sacred comes from the way I image and experience myself. I hold my body as something sacred. I hold my heart as something sacred. I hold myself as something sacred. Then by making all these things, myself, body, and heart, available during sex for a coming together in loving exchange in something special, I may experience sacred sexuality too.