In choosing my new home months ago, little did I know how supported this Sunday morning love would be. Every Sunday morning the local church bells sing to me. Now that fall is dawning, the birds sing along too.
As I sat this morning in quiet stillness (however briefly solo before two littles joined me), it felt so peaceful. Perhaps I am not kneeling at an alter. Perhaps I am not seated in full lotus in a cave. However, seated in my old camp chair, on my little deck with the air so fresh from a night of heavy rainfall, savouring my hot coffee and being serenaded by the bells and bird, it was definitely sacred.
Here's to a simple sacredness... And to hot coffee on a crisp Sunday morning!