What is it about nature that just seems so sacred to me? Why does it? Something as simple as a fresh breeze blowing on face can bring a sense of an awareness of sacredness. I am not a tree hugger, but I have been around certain trees and I get that feeling too. Sunrises, sunsets, roses, hummingbirds, butterflies, mountains, ocean waves, rivers and lakes can all stop my compulsive thinking and bring an awareness of the sacredness of the moment.

Today I returned for the first time since the fire to a lake that is about ten minutes from where we used to live in Paradise, California. I sat on the shore with a book which soon had to be put down as I just breathed in the moment feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the beauty of our earth and a sense of how sacred it all seems.

Come, sit with me for a short bit. I’ll be quiet and we can just take it in individually, and together,  which in itself seems a bit miraculous as we spend most of time in an either or world.