by Peggy Browning
This morning I’m sitting at my desk, drinking my coffee and trying to wake up. I’m grateful for that little “Boom! Pow! Wow!” energy boost that comes when I’ve had a full cup of coffee. I am grateful for the sacredness of everyday things…the everyday sacred.
Years ago, I was going through a difficult time trying to find myself and what I wanted to do with my life (No…that wasn’t just yesterday although I still struggle with the same issues). An acquaintance/friend gave me the book entitled Every Day Sacred by Sue Bender and told me to read it…he thought it would be helpful to me. I think he was tired of listening to me try to work out my thoughts…in fact, I’m sure of it.
I’ve carried the book with me for almost 20 years. Every time I moved to another house, another place, another life…Every Day Sacred was packed along with all my other necessities.
Truthfully, I don’t remember much about the book except its title…Every Day Sacred…and the photograph of a monk’s beggar’s bowl on the cover. I remember that it was exactly what I needed to read at just the right time of my life. I remember the friendship of the one who gave it to me.
The title alone is enough to remember. It’s enough to remind me that every day has within it something sacred and that the times, incidents, smiles, stories, music…all small though they may be…are sacred occurrences in our lives. The things we take for granted…the everyday, run of the mill things we see and hear often…that we look past and regard as ordinary.
It reminds me to cherish the ordinary extraordinary…the everyday, easily accessible sacred. I loaned it to a friend recently so she could be reminded of the everyday sacred.
I don’t have to visit a temple or a cathedral to find the sacred…I raise my window and listen to the remarkable call of the blue jay who is sitting on the neighbor’s fence and communicating with his feathered friends. I can hear them return his call.
I put real cream in my coffee this morning…bought at the grocery store last week…milked from a cow prior to that….sacred, everyday.
A breeze is passing through my house on this fine, summer morning. I’m thankful that I live in a very old house that was designed for breezes to cool it.
All these sacred things surround me…and I haven’t even been outside yet!
The everyday sacred, the ordinarily extraordinary sacred, the plain old things in life that are sacred…waking up, seeing, hearing, asking, laughing, believing…
All things sacred in their own right…everyday sacred. Find the extraordinary. Find the sacred…or better yet, let it find you.
Cherish every day and claim it as sacred. We will not pass this way again.