The Sacred Act of Adornment

I learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewelry, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves

Carrie-Anne Moss. Image credit Denise Andrade-Kroon

Those words conjure up the most beautiful picture in my mind. I can see a woman standing amongst the trees, wrapped in the light of the moon while butterflies flit about her head and lightning bugs dance around her neck. The image takes my breath away. It feels so ... sacred. When I think of sacred, I think of the intention to honor and acknowledge the ordinary and extraordinary in our lives. I believe that everything we do can be a sacred act, and if we bring that intention of reverence into our lives, we have the ability to shift ourselves into greater alignment with who we are.

If I am at home, I am most likely in a pair of soft, loose-fitting pants and a top that is equally loose. However, lately I have felt the desire for more; something different. Maybe it is a new-found desire to fully embody my being which means finding ways to love the body I'm in. I don't need to be perfect to love and adorn my body; I just know that when my outside matches how I feel inside, I feel more congruent—and from this place of wholeness and resonance I thrive. I realized that my comfy uniform became a way to hide myself. But now I am ready to see me—to really see me. It is time for me to honor the sacredness of my body, of motherhood, of womanhood, of myself.

As mothers, our primary priorities are making sure that everyone else’s hair is combed and that their clothes match (mostly). When our children are really young, we barely get any sleep and it is not likely that we will make it through the morning without getting milk or pureed pears on our clothes. Or in our hair. Choosing to wear clothing and jewelry that is special to us or makes us feel joyful seems futile. We also get trapped in the idea that we just do not have time to honor and acknowledge ourselves in any way.

While milk and baby food are no longer a part of my reality, I can still find ways to justify the baggy and plain clothing. The truth is, it does not take any more time to pull on jeans than it does to pull on a pair of sweatpants―and I feel the shift in my posture and my attitude. I have a pair of turquoise earrings that I love. I wear them everyday because, to me, they symbolize beauty.

When I choose to wear things I love that make me feel beautiful, I glow. And that radiant light is contagious. If I can remember this feeling and continue making these simple choices, I can set a completely different tone for my day. And that joy spills over into every other part of my life.

With love,
Carrie-Anne Moss