circling into the center, the center of mySELF…..being the weaver, being the woven one…..
The most prefered situation is , to sense the sacredness within and around me, is to see and feel mySELF in the Medicinewheel, the sacred wheel of life.
It is as if I am impeccable within the power of dignity of life. Let’s celebrate the moment of being touched.
I just went through an episode of starting a new anti-depressant medication and didn’t notice how I was spiraling down to suicidal intention with a with a plan in place until my therapist worked with me with EMDR. After 3 days off the med. am feeling like living again. Life is sacred and am grateful for the good feelings of being alive.
What connects me to a sense of the sacred?
Interesting question.
What has always connected me most to the sense of the sacred has been special moments at Mass that seem to come out of nowhere.
Years ago I went to morning mass each day and I had a period of time when I had the strongest feeling of God being right there shing his light on the whole group. I also had a strong sense of knowing that we were all one.
I would also feel an intense sense of the sacred when at church on Sundays we would...
What connects me to a sense of the sacred?
Interesting question.
What has always connected me most to the sense of the sacred has been special moments at Mass that seem to come out of nowhere.
Years ago I went to morning mass each day and I had a period of time when I had the strongest feeling of God being right there shing his light on the whole group. I also had a strong sense of knowing that we were all one.
I would also feel an intense sense of the sacred when at church on Sundays we would sing certain songs. I would always sit near to the choir and between their singing and instruments and my singing it was as though nothing else was real. I would feel deeply immersed and deeply moved and as though I was in an intense meditative state.
All of these experiences happened quite a number of years ago beginning when I had cancer and then continued for about ten or fifteen years.
For many years now, however my spirituality is nothing like it had been. It has felt empty and dry.
Interestingly enough, I think I have my most spiritual moments lately when I light candles and pray on this web site. I haven’t had a regular meditation practice in many years so I am thinking maybe I could use the candle lighting on this site to lead me into meditation. I would like to begin a meditation practice again. I would like to have a more of a spiritual life again.
Love and peace to all.
Mary
My raspberry patch. Recently I have begun each day in my garden - mostly picking raspberries. It is quite a meditation, berry picking. I love the early morning coolness and quiet. It feels calming and sacred to me. July is a hard month - the anniversary of my youngest daughter's death looms next week and I feel it in my gut after 16 years. I need the sacred space of the raspberry patch, where I pick the berries that are ripe and leave others to ripen for another day, while watching the new cane...
My raspberry patch. Recently I have begun each day in my garden – mostly picking raspberries. It is quite a meditation, berry picking. I love the early morning coolness and quiet. It feels calming and sacred to me. July is a hard month – the anniversary of my youngest daughter’s death looms next week and I feel it in my gut after 16 years. I need the sacred space of the raspberry patch, where I pick the berries that are ripe and leave others to ripen for another day, while watching the new canes that will bear in September – weather allowing. There is an analogy here, for my life.
I am connected to a sense of the sacred by my reverence and my personal relationship with God. I also acknowledge that He is the creator of everything. So, as a nature photographer, I find a sense of the sacred in a walk in the woods, a stroll on the beach, or a hike in the mountains. I find it looking through my viewfinder at the delightful surprises in nature–snapping a photo of a vibrant Painted Bunting only to find when looking at the photo, its mate, camouflaged by the green of the leav...
I am connected to a sense of the sacred by my reverence and my personal relationship with God. I also acknowledge that He is the creator of everything. So, as a nature photographer, I find a sense of the sacred in a walk in the woods, a stroll on the beach, or a hike in the mountains. I find it looking through my viewfinder at the delightful surprises in nature–snapping a photo of a vibrant Painted Bunting only to find when looking at the photo, its mate, camouflaged by the green of the leaves, is perched close by, my first sighting of a breath-taking Lazuli Bunting, a copperhead stretched across the trail, basking in the sun, an explosion of gold from a field of flowers, catching sight of a doe and her fawns when I least expected it. The sense of sacred comes when I recognize that they are not here by some cataclysmic freak of nature, but that they were all created by God as a gift to mankind.
Sound. And silence to experience it. For it is said that ‘silence is not the absence of sound, but the absence of noise.’ Some sounds that connect me to a sense of the sacred: a bell rung, chants echoing, birdsong at dawn and dusk, water trickling or flowing or roaring, wind moving through trees through grass through snow, a drumbeat, a heartbeat, a poem spoken softly in a language I do not fully or even begin to understand. Om.
All is sacred, and, echoing Sparrow, we are a part of that sacredness. At morning dawn, when a child is born, during holy rituals and divinations, witnessing wise elders consecrating a project for the welfare of people, prayer, while meditating, while writing right now in the Internet book of life or while gratefully eating a delicious plum that has ripened these days at the tree in our garden, while observing all the many threads that have led to being able to savor just one single plum. It is...
All is sacred, and, echoing Sparrow, we are a part of that sacredness. At morning dawn, when a child is born, during holy rituals and divinations, witnessing wise elders consecrating a project for the welfare of people, prayer, while meditating, while writing right now in the Internet book of life or while gratefully eating a delicious plum that has ripened these days at the tree in our garden, while observing all the many threads that have led to being able to savor just one single plum. It is as if a sense of the holy smoke of incense is passing by while being aware of the sacredness of all.
sacred in the sense of revered? I have a high level of respect towards anyone and anything that helps push forward peace in the world/the collective, peace in ourselves (mind, body, spirit connectedness), and love/gratefulness. In the sense of sacred in terms of higher being/energy/God? As I write this sentence I realize it would be the same as what I wrote for revered. I feel connected when the words and/or actions are promoting us moving towards peace collectively and within ourselves…mov...
sacred in the sense of revered? I have a high level of respect towards anyone and anything that helps push forward peace in the world/the collective, peace in ourselves (mind, body, spirit connectedness), and love/gratefulness. In the sense of sacred in terms of higher being/energy/God? As I write this sentence I realize it would be the same as what I wrote for revered. I feel connected when the words and/or actions are promoting us moving towards peace collectively and within ourselves…moving towards happy/grateful/love.
Yes. I have been inspired by his writings on walking meditation. To proceed with the tenderness and wonder as if a lotus flower were blooming as each footstep kisses the ground.
It’s when I go inwards and open myself to what is greater than me. Then I feel the sacred and see everything as an expression of it, and I feel my own inner light.
Venerable Guan Cheng, Reverend Heng Sure, Ajahn Amaro, and many more sacred people who have renounced worldly life to pursue enlightenment for the sake oneself and all living beings.
Many, many things connect me with a sense of the sacred. Most consistently over the years it has been worshipping and interacting among fellow Quakers; working with children; being near to and on the water; photography; certain music and words; colors and light. The list could continue.
– Kevin
Stillness.
circling into the center, the center of mySELF…..being the weaver, being the woven one…..
The most prefered situation is , to sense the sacredness within and around me, is to see and feel mySELF in the Medicinewheel, the sacred wheel of life.
It is as if I am impeccable within the power of dignity of life. Let’s celebrate the moment of being touched.
Life is sacred …loving support is sacred.
I just went through an episode of starting a new anti-depressant medication and didn’t notice how I was spiraling down to suicidal intention with a with a plan in place until my therapist worked with me with EMDR. After 3 days off the med. am feeling like living again. Life is sacred and am grateful for the good feelings of being alive.
What connects me to a sense of the sacred?
Interesting question.
What has always connected me most to the sense of the sacred has been special moments at Mass that seem to come out of nowhere.
Years ago I went to morning mass each day and I had a period of time when I had the strongest feeling of God being right there shing his light on the whole group. I also had a strong sense of knowing that we were all one.
I would also feel an intense sense of the sacred when at church on Sundays we would...
What connects me to a sense of the sacred?
Interesting question.
What has always connected me most to the sense of the sacred has been special moments at Mass that seem to come out of nowhere.
Years ago I went to morning mass each day and I had a period of time when I had the strongest feeling of God being right there shing his light on the whole group. I also had a strong sense of knowing that we were all one.
I would also feel an intense sense of the sacred when at church on Sundays we would sing certain songs. I would always sit near to the choir and between their singing and instruments and my singing it was as though nothing else was real. I would feel deeply immersed and deeply moved and as though I was in an intense meditative state.
All of these experiences happened quite a number of years ago beginning when I had cancer and then continued for about ten or fifteen years.
For many years now, however my spirituality is nothing like it had been. It has felt empty and dry.
Interestingly enough, I think I have my most spiritual moments lately when I light candles and pray on this web site. I haven’t had a regular meditation practice in many years so I am thinking maybe I could use the candle lighting on this site to lead me into meditation. I would like to begin a meditation practice again. I would like to have a more of a spiritual life again.
Love and peace to all.
Mary
The music of the wind in the trees–the sound of change.
natural beauty
My raspberry patch. Recently I have begun each day in my garden - mostly picking raspberries. It is quite a meditation, berry picking. I love the early morning coolness and quiet. It feels calming and sacred to me. July is a hard month - the anniversary of my youngest daughter's death looms next week and I feel it in my gut after 16 years. I need the sacred space of the raspberry patch, where I pick the berries that are ripe and leave others to ripen for another day, while watching the new cane...
My raspberry patch. Recently I have begun each day in my garden – mostly picking raspberries. It is quite a meditation, berry picking. I love the early morning coolness and quiet. It feels calming and sacred to me. July is a hard month – the anniversary of my youngest daughter’s death looms next week and I feel it in my gut after 16 years. I need the sacred space of the raspberry patch, where I pick the berries that are ripe and leave others to ripen for another day, while watching the new canes that will bear in September – weather allowing. There is an analogy here, for my life.
Knowing that every breath is life, life is love, breathing is love.
Each present moment connects me to the sacred precious breath.
When I remember to be with each moment in gratitude everything is sacred .
I am connected to a sense of the sacred by my reverence and my personal relationship with God. I also acknowledge that He is the creator of everything. So, as a nature photographer, I find a sense of the sacred in a walk in the woods, a stroll on the beach, or a hike in the mountains. I find it looking through my viewfinder at the delightful surprises in nature–snapping a photo of a vibrant Painted Bunting only to find when looking at the photo, its mate, camouflaged by the green of the leav...
I am connected to a sense of the sacred by my reverence and my personal relationship with God. I also acknowledge that He is the creator of everything. So, as a nature photographer, I find a sense of the sacred in a walk in the woods, a stroll on the beach, or a hike in the mountains. I find it looking through my viewfinder at the delightful surprises in nature–snapping a photo of a vibrant Painted Bunting only to find when looking at the photo, its mate, camouflaged by the green of the leaves, is perched close by, my first sighting of a breath-taking Lazuli Bunting, a copperhead stretched across the trail, basking in the sun, an explosion of gold from a field of flowers, catching sight of a doe and her fawns when I least expected it. The sense of sacred comes when I recognize that they are not here by some cataclysmic freak of nature, but that they were all created by God as a gift to mankind.
Sound. And silence to experience it. For it is said that ‘silence is not the absence of sound, but the absence of noise.’ Some sounds that connect me to a sense of the sacred: a bell rung, chants echoing, birdsong at dawn and dusk, water trickling or flowing or roaring, wind moving through trees through grass through snow, a drumbeat, a heartbeat, a poem spoken softly in a language I do not fully or even begin to understand. Om.
Loved your images; they grounded me. Thank you!
All is sacred, and, echoing Sparrow, we are a part of that sacredness. At morning dawn, when a child is born, during holy rituals and divinations, witnessing wise elders consecrating a project for the welfare of people, prayer, while meditating, while writing right now in the Internet book of life or while gratefully eating a delicious plum that has ripened these days at the tree in our garden, while observing all the many threads that have led to being able to savor just one single plum. It is...
All is sacred, and, echoing Sparrow, we are a part of that sacredness. At morning dawn, when a child is born, during holy rituals and divinations, witnessing wise elders consecrating a project for the welfare of people, prayer, while meditating, while writing right now in the Internet book of life or while gratefully eating a delicious plum that has ripened these days at the tree in our garden, while observing all the many threads that have led to being able to savor just one single plum. It is as if a sense of the holy smoke of incense is passing by while being aware of the sacredness of all.
sacred in the sense of revered? I have a high level of respect towards anyone and anything that helps push forward peace in the world/the collective, peace in ourselves (mind, body, spirit connectedness), and love/gratefulness. In the sense of sacred in terms of higher being/energy/God? As I write this sentence I realize it would be the same as what I wrote for revered. I feel connected when the words and/or actions are promoting us moving towards peace collectively and within ourselves…mov...
sacred in the sense of revered? I have a high level of respect towards anyone and anything that helps push forward peace in the world/the collective, peace in ourselves (mind, body, spirit connectedness), and love/gratefulness. In the sense of sacred in terms of higher being/energy/God? As I write this sentence I realize it would be the same as what I wrote for revered. I feel connected when the words and/or actions are promoting us moving towards peace collectively and within ourselves…moving towards happy/grateful/love.
life is sacred….all of it but mostly nature which connects us all ….all living things….
I defer to Thich Nhat Hahn who says the miracle is not walking on water, but simple walking on the earth.
Yes. I have been inspired by his writings on walking meditation. To proceed with the tenderness and wonder as if a lotus flower were blooming as each footstep kisses the ground.
. . . connection with another soul,
whether it be human or not . . .
all of Nature is Sacred
and we are a part of that sacredness . . .
It’s when I go inwards and open myself to what is greater than me. Then I feel the sacred and see everything as an expression of it, and I feel my own inner light.
Venerable Guan Cheng, Reverend Heng Sure, Ajahn Amaro, and many more sacred people who have renounced worldly life to pursue enlightenment for the sake oneself and all living beings.
And of course Brother David and this site.
Many, many things connect me with a sense of the sacred. Most consistently over the years it has been worshipping and interacting among fellow Quakers; working with children; being near to and on the water; photography; certain music and words; colors and light. The list could continue.
– Kevin
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