The quiet rustle of leaves in the morning breeze and a dewdrop catching the first light remind me of the world’s gentle sacred pulse. https://tvgarden4u.app/
Small things remind me that nothing is truly small—the hush between breaths, the warmth of sunlight resting on my skin, the quiet rhythm of ordinary moments. Each detail feels like a thread in something vast and alive, whispering that I belong to it just as it belongs to me. When I pause long enough to notice, even the simplest experiences carry a quiet reverence, as if the world is gently asking me to treat every moment with care, gratitude, and attention. In that awareness, the ordinary dissolves, and everything feels quietly, undeniably sacred…try once! https://rbtv77plus.app/
Everything reminds me of the sacredness of the world around me. There is no small thing, how can I define small in this universe as everything is interrelated and connected. I cannot say to my eyes I have no need of you or my mouth; every part of my body is connected and everything in the universe is connected. Therefore to me, everything is sacred and I need to take care of how I handle everything and be grateful for the opportunity to be part of everything at this moment. “This moment is sacred. How do we see the world as sacred again? By radical noticing. Looking for awe in all of life.” Lucy Jones
Simply talking to friend’s Sunday night about each other’s unique faiths is very sacred. Listening to different Employee resource groups at work about their different cultural celebrations. One recent was the Chinese New Year traditions.
All things are sacred
in this vast Universe we are a part of.
Nothing is random . . .
there is no chaos.
All is as it was meant to be,
even the ugliness we human beings have created.
I will bow my head
until the day I close my eyes for the last time
in the belief
that there is a greater Purpose
than my small mind can see.
I believe it
because my heart is not small at all . . .
it is a big as big can be
and can encompass all things.
I just don’t know how to do it
yet.
So I look at the little things
that my little mind can fathom . . .
the tender, curious nose of an animal,
perfectly formed
for what it was made to do,
attention given to every detail.
This is sacred.
The soil
falling off of a ripe,
purple beet,
fresh out of the ground,
grown on air and water
and the earth we walk upon.
This too,
is sacred.
Tears and smiles,
laughter,
dance and music
birdsong,
owls and coyotes
calling each other in the night . . .
the tides upon our shores,
the hand upon my cheek,
the sweet breath of sleep . . .
all
sacred as well.
And we live in the midst of it,
sacred ourselves,
though we don’t always know it. ♥
The kindness of my in-law side of the family. I appreciate my in-laws for inviting other Vietnamese families to our family gatherings so that they can feel a sense of collective culture, especially when they are new arrivals in the U.S. It may sound strange to many families here, as we allow non-relatives into family gatherings. I’m glad that all of us find joy in doing so.
As spring continues to unfold our backyard has become more shaded in places as the trees are now full of leaves. Color is being restored as different flowers are starting to bloom. Much to our dog’s dismay we have bunnies, geese, and new birds visiting the feeders, clover and a few waterholes. Some days are cloudy; some days are windy; some days are outright hot; Saturday was cold; yesterday was so perfect that we went out for a picnic lunch by the area lake where the water was like glass – no jacket needed, only sunglasses. All this happens without any decision making or action on my part, or anyone else’s as far as I know, except the Holy who set it all in motion at some point in time I suppose. Obviously what we do and how we interact with nature and the natural world has taken its toll. But all in all, it is sacred to me.
As I try to think of an answer to this question, I’m looking out my living room window, and seeing the tiny leaves of a boxwood bush blowing in the wind. All glittery in morning light, the light dancing as light does in water. It’s so beautiful. I think I’l do some radical looking today, as referred to in the Word of the Day. ☀️✨✨
I’m not sure I would call them small things. For example, my breath. How the trees breath out what I need and I breath out what they need. How we consider dandelions weeds when they are really flowers that feed the bees and their greens are edible leaves. How the sun rises faithfully each day. How we all see the same moon and its relationship to earth affect the tides. I think of marine life and how we have polluted the depths of our seas.Apparently we are the most dangerous animal on Mother Earth.
Our granddaughter has always had, and has an affection of snakes. Never has it been fear or revulsion. She was taught by me the difference in the heads of vipers and garter snakes at a young age. We have both here.
”When I see a snake in my garden, I feel so blessed, so I greet them in one of their ancient names and thank them. All creatures bring us God’s wisdom—they are agents and living sacramentals of the guardian spirits of the land.”
We have garter snakes and toads where I live,
dear Carol Ann, . . .
I rarely see them,
but when I do
I feel honored
that they have made a home in my garden beds. ♥
Music. It’s easy to access great music and listen to it all day if we want. Music can bring joy, help release sorrow, distract, connect … it’s magical.
Drea, I’m all too familiar with that script as a piano player myself. The feeling is only richer with my joy returning spearheaded by the new Menards shift of Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays 2pm-5pm, and I’m headed there today.
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The quiet rustle of leaves in the morning breeze and a dewdrop catching the first light remind me of the world’s gentle sacred pulse. https://tvgarden4u.app/
Small things remind me that nothing is truly small—the hush between breaths, the warmth of sunlight resting on my skin, the quiet rhythm of ordinary moments. Each detail feels like a thread in something vast and alive, whispering that I belong to it just as it belongs to me. When I pause long enough to notice, even the simplest experiences carry a quiet reverence, as if the world is gently asking me to treat every moment with care, gratitude, and attention. In that awareness, the ordinary dissolves, and everything feels quietly, undeniably sacred…try once! https://rbtv77plus.app/
Everything reminds me of the sacredness of the world around me. There is no small thing, how can I define small in this universe as everything is interrelated and connected. I cannot say to my eyes I have no need of you or my mouth; every part of my body is connected and everything in the universe is connected. Therefore to me, everything is sacred and I need to take care of how I handle everything and be grateful for the opportunity to be part of everything at this moment. “This moment is sacred. How do we see the world as sacred again? By radical noticing. Looking for awe in all of life.” Lucy Jones
A beautiful observation,
dear Kansha . . .
the sacred is connected
and everywhere . . . ♥
The gorgeous sky is changing in apk https://tvgardenhd.app/ and flowing with ease, so don’t worry! 😉 Keep letting go! Thank you. 😊
Candlelight.
I love candlelight – most nights I go around the house and light candles – a peaceful comforting ritual and beauty to the eyes.
♥
Simply talking to friend’s Sunday night about each other’s unique faiths is very sacred. Listening to different Employee resource groups at work about their different cultural celebrations. One recent was the Chinese New Year traditions.
Love this!
All things are sacred
in this vast Universe we are a part of.
Nothing is random . . .
there is no chaos.
All is as it was meant to be,
even the ugliness we human beings have created.
I will bow my head
until the day I close my eyes for the last time
in the belief
that there is a greater Purpose
than my small mind can see.
I believe it
because my heart is not small at all . . .
it is a big as big can be
and can encompass all things.
I just don’t know how to do it
yet.
So I look at the little things
that my little mind can fathom . . .
the tender, curious nose of an animal,
perfectly formed
for what it was made to do,
attention given to every detail.
This is sacred.
The soil
falling off of a ripe,
purple beet,
fresh out of the ground,
grown on air and water
and the earth we walk upon.
This too,
is sacred.
Tears and smiles,
laughter,
dance and music
birdsong,
owls and coyotes
calling each other in the night . . .
the tides upon our shores,
the hand upon my cheek,
the sweet breath of sleep . . .
all
sacred as well.
And we live in the midst of it,
sacred ourselves,
though we don’t always know it. ♥
Yes dear Sparrow, it is all sacred.
♥
The birds singing & chattering early in the morning. It’s remarkable & not such a small thing IMHO.
What is IMHO,
dear PKR?
In My Humble Opinion. 🩷
Either way
works for me,
dear PKR . . . 🙂
In My Honest Opinion – my guess
Thank you,
dear Michele . . . 🙂
I was invited to line dancing class last night and I went. It was so nice to see people who just received me with open arms and enjoyed my energy.
That sounds fun,
dear Activeds . . . 🙂
The kindness of my in-law side of the family. I appreciate my in-laws for inviting other Vietnamese families to our family gatherings so that they can feel a sense of collective culture, especially when they are new arrivals in the U.S. It may sound strange to many families here, as we allow non-relatives into family gatherings. I’m glad that all of us find joy in doing so.
My Ngoc, we had delicious food last night, especially the salad.
As spring continues to unfold our backyard has become more shaded in places as the trees are now full of leaves. Color is being restored as different flowers are starting to bloom. Much to our dog’s dismay we have bunnies, geese, and new birds visiting the feeders, clover and a few waterholes. Some days are cloudy; some days are windy; some days are outright hot; Saturday was cold; yesterday was so perfect that we went out for a picnic lunch by the area lake where the water was like glass – no jacket needed, only sunglasses. All this happens without any decision making or action on my part, or anyone else’s as far as I know, except the Holy who set it all in motion at some point in time I suppose. Obviously what we do and how we interact with nature and the natural world has taken its toll. But all in all, it is sacred to me.
Yes Katrina, all is sacred.
I love nature too, but I have a beagle and yes the bunnies and the ducks in the yard certainly get her attention.
Katrina, it was cold in the Twin Cities on Saturday too.
As I try to think of an answer to this question, I’m looking out my living room window, and seeing the tiny leaves of a boxwood bush blowing in the wind. All glittery in morning light, the light dancing as light does in water. It’s so beautiful. I think I’l do some radical looking today, as referred to in the Word of the Day. ☀️✨✨
I’m not sure I would call them small things. For example, my breath. How the trees breath out what I need and I breath out what they need. How we consider dandelions weeds when they are really flowers that feed the bees and their greens are edible leaves. How the sun rises faithfully each day. How we all see the same moon and its relationship to earth affect the tides. I think of marine life and how we have polluted the depths of our seas.Apparently we are the most dangerous animal on Mother Earth.
Richard Rohr’s meditation addresses today’s question. https://cac.org/daily-meditations/all-that-breathes-gives-praise/
Our granddaughter has always had, and has an affection of snakes. Never has it been fear or revulsion. She was taught by me the difference in the heads of vipers and garter snakes at a young age. We have both here.
”When I see a snake in my garden, I feel so blessed, so I greet them in one of their ancient names and thank them. All creatures bring us God’s wisdom—they are agents and living sacramentals of the guardian spirits of the land.”
We have garter snakes and toads where I live,
dear Carol Ann, . . .
I rarely see them,
but when I do
I feel honored
that they have made a home in my garden beds. ♥
Thank you
for another meditation from CAC.
Music. It’s easy to access great music and listen to it all day if we want. Music can bring joy, help release sorrow, distract, connect … it’s magical.
Drea, I agree with you. Music is magical! It can change my mood in a moment, or allow me to feel my feelings in a gentle way.
“Music allows me to feel my feelings” when nothing else or no one else can.
This is true for me as well,
dear Katrina. ♥
Drea, I’m all too familiar with that script as a piano player myself. The feeling is only richer with my joy returning spearheaded by the new Menards shift of Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays 2pm-5pm, and I’m headed there today.
My friend has a birthday today! I started to think of all the birthday people and sent them good wishes.
I know 3 people who are celebrating their birthdays today! 🎂