What makes a Vow?
Vow: a living commitment of intimacy with myself, my incarnation. And my Others.
I’ve noticed something;
when I make a vow, I am met.
When I commit to honouring and tending something, the field rises.
I am seen.
I am reflected.
I am joined with.
Last week I visited a different beach. Stayed four days. Walked. Merged with the sand and surf and sky. Collected rocks.
And allowed my atoms and photons to release their cohesion, and re-turn to pattern. To the field.
tissues unpeel
cells separate
frequency shimmers -
electrons un-shell
quarks spin . . .
Decades ago - over four decades ago - I made a vow sitting in a University library studying for my final exam; the one that earned me my University Medal upon graduation.
It was really a repeat vow, or rather, it was a refined constellation of a conscious coalesence of an electrified alignment made much earlier. Likely, prior to arriving in this body. With my natal Vesta exact conjunct (ie a cazimi) my natal sun, devotion and dedication are hard to avoid. They’re encrypted.
as tissue
as vocation
as reason for being here.
That said.
This lifetime has not been easy. I wasn’t promised ‘easy’. It was not, apparently, what I asked for. I asked for something entirely different:
GROWTH.
“At all costs”, I have been told.
I remember that.
Though, I’d rather like another look at that agreement, sometimes.
There are things I’d trim (I’ve tried). There are things I’d delete (tried that too). There are things I would take off the pile and lay aside because god knows I put too many things in the cart (I still overpack).
But the singular ONE thing I would leave in the very centre of my atomic structure remains:
Spirit. Source. Field. ~~~ call it what you will.
Devotion, dedication, unyielding damned-if-I-will-give-this-up:
Love. Beauty. The Holy.
integration that defies identity.
My Vow. The Lineage of Sensing. Part of the fundament of sanctum
But each time the shenanigans of some of the folk in this world gets me down, (don’t even get me started!), and I try to hide my small furry possum self in the gum tree hollow, the thing that opposes that Vesta-Sun at 15 degrees Libra - ie my Mars ruled Ascendant in Aries - pulls me up and kicks my butt and basically says
“how dare you!”
How dare you waste this precious opportunity. This life!
This commitment.
this vow
And I scrape my sorry arse out of my bed and begin again.
As I am inviting you all to.
Now.
Sanctum opens for joining the journey in a little over two weeks.
More information lives here:
And here’s what I mean by being met:
When I walked in the sand one late afternoon, old friends rose to meet me.
To champion me in my vow. To greet me in joy and exuberance. To remind me
I hadn’t seen some of them in a while.
And old friends, dressed for the evening:
Along with the flying bird-horse. Or maybe Angel:
Along with my lineage of histology, etched in the cosmos, tidelines and fascia
By the way; I am actively inviting two Apprentices this July 2026 - June 2027.
No, you are not apprenticed to my work (you can’t be), you are apprenticed to your own communion with yours;
Love,
Narelle
Thank you for being here. If you know someone who might like to be here too, please share this Publication. My appreciation. We need each other xo