The wind is howling outside. It sounds both peaceful and ferocious. A strange paradox as I start off my morning.
Yesterday my husband, son, and I took a walk around a lake. Gravel crunched under our feet as we watched geese congregate in the water. I’m no expert, but they looked happy. I smiled as we walked as quickly as our legs could carry us while pushing a stroller on gravel, which is no easy feat.
We talked about spiritual things. These talks we have are quite fun. We reason, we question. We try to understand other points of view.
I was struck by the fact that life felt so good in that moment. Good company, a pretty backdrop. Living in the present can make life feel rich, and sacred.
There was trash on the trail, and loud music interrupted my bliss from time to time. But isn’t that life? We must overlook these things to stay on the peaceful path.
Crunch, crunch. We continued walking and talking. I decided to fully concentrate on what surrounded me, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. We arrived at our car, and I continued on. Life is beautiful. Life is vibrant. No worries.
I’ve learned that worrying is a futile exercise that I want to avoid. By concentrating on the present, worries seem to slip away and I can be the best human I can be.
This Sacred Life 