The sacred everywhere
I sat in a circle of fellow travelers last night where we shared our reflections on the day, a day of deep introspection and truth telling. The night was warm, the flickering and sputtering of the campfire was soothing, the open space felt sacred...
This morning I awoke early and sat in the mist rising up from the lake, and listened to the loons in the distance. I had recently read in States of Grace by Charlene Spretnak, "If at the end of life one could recall the nature of all the thousghts and emotions that had occupied the mind from moment to moment and sort them into three piles - the loving, harmonious mindstates; the neutral mindstates; and the fearful negative mindstates - the last pile would most often tower over the others. Our minds simply get caught in inner storms of insecurity, jealousy, craving, or ill will." I thought about the countless gifts that can touch our hearts, filling them with love, beauty, gratitude, appreciation, awe, and wonder if we only open up to them...

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