this sacred life {september}

Our Theme for September

Kelly

This sacred life begins each day. windows open, a warm cup of joe and the belief that today is just as it should be. (of course some days begin with much "working on it")

Liz

This sacred life is found in this moment, in this breath, in the trust (perhaps the grace) that rests inside the space between each inhalation and exhalation.

And you?

Where do you find the sacred? Think about it and share in the comments - we'd love to know.

This sacred life is our theme for September and we can't wait to dive into this conversation with you. It's a holiday weekend here in the States, and we'll be back starting Tuesday with new posts and discoveries around this theme all month. 

Comments

[L. McG.-E.]

I find the sacred in the light that breaks through the cloud and lights a spot of land, a leaf, the edge of a flower.

The sacred in the moment of stillness in the early morning or late at night when the rest of the house is settled and I can just breathe, let go of being wife and mother for an instant and just be me.

The sacred in the smile, slightly shy, my daughter sends me as she stretches out on the sofa to relax.

[Bonnie]

Hi Liz & Kelly!

This sacred life is here, in my story, and in the space where it takes flight to meet the stories of others, today, right here, right now.

I also wanted to tell you a few things. First my journals just arrived and they are beautiful beyond words. They are made to hold sacred creations. Thank you.

Second, I'm the person who ordered the 50 "tell your story" tattoos for a class I taught. I want to tell you that the experience was AMAZING beyond so much more than I expected. And...the space for stories that was created is now spreading throughout the cohort, beyond just the classroom. Students are sending me photos that stunned me & caused many happy tears to flow freely. I gave some students extra tattoos to take home so they could use them with their loved ones. It feels like a movement has begun. I'm actually thinking of doing something more with this "experiment" and if you're interested I'd love to share more.

Big hugs and TY for inspiring me to be more of me in every way, in every space. I believe part of my purpose in life is to do the same and because of you I know I am not alone in this work. Bonnie XO

[Nolwenn]

Thanks for sharing girls.

I find the Sacred in the Sun and the Moon, when they both rise and go down.
I find the Sacred in each deep breath I take to ground myself in the «Now» when I feel lost/abandoned/lonely.
I find the Sacred in the loving moments I spend with my really close family, when the «why is this so hard» feeling disappears finally.

I try to BE the Sacred the more I can until it is simply who I am...

[Natasha]

I find my sacred in the first moment I wake up, still with just my breath and gratitude,
I find my sacred life in the colours and sights of the rising and setting sun,
In the light of the moon as well,
In my first cup of coffee,
My heart-filled love for these children of mine,
My beloved,
God-light emerging from the cracks in the clouds,
Laughter,
My breath,
My windswept gingko as it travels through the seasons,
Paint on my hands,
Soul-touching words.

If I could only find more sacred in the laundry that seems to mark my life at the moment,
One day, when these children leave it won't,
I won't wish for that time,
All of now is my sacred life.

[lisa parks]

i had the most sacred weekend at a yoga festival.

in one class, we sat in lotus and circled our torsos sufi-style while repeating, "i love the life i live. i live the life i love."

there were eight different rainbows over the event.

i listened to a delightful story about a skunk. in the background, there was chanting from another class, a funk band playing in the distance and cicadas singing early in the day.

happy healthy loved hippie babies.

no attitudes. only love and grace.

naps on the grass.

sacred.

[Leanne]

I waited until I got back from my long weekend trip to write this out. Ifind the sacred in a lot of things, it turns out :)

In chanting psalms, in a cup of tea in the early morning listening and watching the world wake, in my art, the creative spark, in moments of beauty, in thanksgiving for protection and love, in giving thanks, in praise, in song, in those rare thin places where the world is hushed at the holy, in a cup of (decaf or nearly) tea in the evening as the day cools.

[Kel]

My thoughts aren't as beautifully composed as others' in these comments, but I've exlored it a little bit over here.