I walked into the Los Angeles cathedral, which is also known by the beautiful name The Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angles. For a few minutes, I was the only one there. It’s a modern building, constructed from pale stone, and the whole place quietly glows. Along the walls, there are tapestries of saints. Most of the names you’d recognize, the famous ones, but there’s a catch. Interspersed among St. Patrick and St. Teresa are portraits of ordinary people, especially children, people who look like you and me.
You know, because anybody can be a saint, actually.
In fact, when I was a child, I asked my mom why I didn’t have a saint’s name like most kids in my class: Catherine, Steven, Michael, James. Mom said naming kids after saints wasn’t really a rule of the Church, just a suggestion, and “If there isn’t a Saint Shannon, maybe you should become her!”
It led me to consider what a saint really is, because I’m so far from perfect. However, on reading the lives of the saints, I see that each one of them struggled with challenges but kept answering God’s call. That’s what I do, too.
One of the callings I’ve had is to lead other people to find their own inner sainthood, their own holiness and wholeness. This year I’ve been working with an extraordinary group of women called the Seeker Sisters, people who are committed to discovering their blind spots and illuminating their path, in community.
Saint comes from the same roots as “health” (as in the French way to say cheers, “santé!”). Someone who is sane / wise. Someone who is holy / whole / hale and hearty. How to get there?
It’s a vulnerable journey, the path of the saint. Here are some of the questions I believe saints ask:
- How do we keep turning toward the voice?
- When is it ego, and when is it God?
- When am I doing my best, and when am I being too much of a perfectionist, not goingwith the Flow?
Each of us has several blind spots. How to discover them? It takes a circle of people. They get to know you, they love you, with a love that has no agenda. Certainly my mother loves me (and I love her), but she may also WANT me to succeed in a particular way, at a definite pace. It would be hard for my mother to watch me struggle and thrash through my challenges.
In a dispassionate community — and by dispassionate I mean detached in a Buddhist kind of way: we love you, but we don’t mind if you are having a bad day, we won’t take it personally — people grow into their true selves. There is intimacy, sharing, and truth, but nobody’s feelings get hurt, because it’s not about THEM.
I wish you would tap into your own circle, to discover and enlighten your blind spots. If you don’t have a circle, build one now, with just two or three friends. It works!
One Seeker Sister went from despairing and depressed to finding a new hope: starting her own healing practice and emigrating to a new country. Another was stuck in an difficult job and shook herself free, to focus on new things she really wants. One was terribly blocked in terms of finances but developed new streams of income and learned to trust her process and ask for help, something she’d had a hard time with before.
Along the way, a big factor in their success is the cheerleading and encouragement from the group — it’s a real sisterhood, where we share our problems and help each other up the mountain.
Is this what you need? To find your own inner path to wholeness? To become holy, to work through your blind spots and find your inner worth?
You can apply to join our circle if you wish. Check it out now at see.strikingly.com or send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org Places are limited, but there’s room for every high-vibration woman who is ready to invest in herself and her future, starting at only R1,000/US$100 per month.
Wishing you sainthood!