 There is something forever sacred about a Sunday morning for me. Perhaps the feeling stems from ritual during childhood. Perhaps because Sunday's always seem more quiet...as if Saturday is an extension of the week, fitting in all the scheduled "weekend activities". Perhaps because they are filled with memories of cozy, campfire mornings with my tent nearby. Whatever the reason, I love them.
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! Namaste <3 |
AuthorI am a life mobilizer, yogini, teacher and coach, GROOVE goddess, Reiki practitioner, business owner/operator and above all a mumma of two bright, beautiful lights. I believe in people’s ability to exceed beyond their own limitations of themselves to live a life happier and more abundant life than ever thought possible! Archives
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