REFINE ~ A Process of Purification

While I use a Rune cast to determine my yearly symbolism in my Sacred Journey Planner each year, I use words gathered from free-thinking exercises to determine my monthly symbolism.

Did I lose you? If so, check out this video: Sacred Journey (goal setting) or check out this post from a few years ago, The Sacred Journey.

My January monthly symbolism word is REFINE.

I couldn’t begin to tell you how this word came to me. I had all my planners laid out before me. I had various journals and images surrounding me. My Book of Runes were scattered and I was reflecting on the past, thinking of the future and all the while attempting to maintain presence. The word REFINE came to me.

Wikipedia says… Refining (also called affining) is the process of purfication of a (1) substance or a form. The term is usually used of a natural resource that is almost in a usable form, but which is more useful in its pure form.

Of course I decided to take this in a literal, spiritual, mental, metaphysical and other worldly way. If you apply that to yourself, how wonderful and glorious is that. The process of purification of Sheena. Sheena is more useful in her pure form. <–LOVE THAT.

What would you consider your most pure form?

There are other words that come to mind when thinking of the process of refinement. PURIFY. CLARIFY. CLEANSE. FIRE. REFORM. PURGE. WATER

This month I’m looking for images, words, quotes and writings as it relates to the process of refining oneself.

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind. ~ Washington Irving

Discipline is the refining fire by which talent becomes ability. ~ Roy L. Smith

Let the refining and improving of your own life keep you so busy that you have little time to criticize others.  ~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Crises refine life. In them you discover what you are. ~ Allan K. Chalmers


My Heart Calling

Happy Birthday Sheena

What are Runes? Check out Runes: Alphabet of Mystery

photo credit

Related posts:

Showing 8 comments
  • Jan

    WOW. love it. made me think of my own meditation on water, which i wrote years ago, and is cut and pasted below. i LOVE water. it is so symbolic and meaningful on so many levels. i think it also hits on the purity theme, esp in relation to the performance piece and photos (and another video i did called baptism…not sure if you ever saw it…i think you’d like it). you have to come visit so we can sit at the beach and look at the ocean and waves and meditate. :)

    thinking about water….

    wait. watch. going. gone
    i’m watching myself fall
    through the tiny openings of a sieve

    the good runs out
    mixes with Water
    and washes away

    who knows where it goes?
    does it quench the thirst of a wary traveler
    or does it run out into the sea?

    the question of WATER. life giving water, baptismal water, or water that erodes with unending persistence? where does that water go? at it’s core this is a question of faith and trust. i am reminded of my bathtub photos from so long ago. they lost their meaning for me the second i made prints of them, the cathartic effect resting in the act, not the product. i am reconnecting with those images again. i wonder if people ever really saw what was going on in those pictures, or if that even matters. i remember doing a performance piece for theater and culture which included those prints mounted on a wooden cross. i wonder what those people, friends and enemies, hand selected, saw. i could hardly see through a curtain of tears and face paint. i wonder how they interacted with the water and the physical implication of having to touch it, be ambassadors of it, to have to play both a specifically personal and universal role with it. i wonder if this sense of wonder was felt.

    i wonder if the river that flows out of me is running into someone else. the only thing is, once the currents carry that water away, it never returns, not in the same structure or form. it will not have the same minerals or rocks or animals or organisms dwelling and breathing in it. and surely at the delta where the rivers meet, the contents change yet again as they join a new body. so while i cannot speak for your water, it is still the same as my water. my hope is that we have the same base, that it is essentially still Water…..

pingbacks / trackbacks

Leave a Comment

Contact Us

I look forward to hearing from you!

Not readable? Change text.

Start typing and press Enter to search