A Sacred Place

Here, where the world is distant,

I lay down a circle of quiet,

a patch of earth where worries soften,

where the sun spills gold across the grass.

A stone, warm from the afternoon,

holds my back like an old friend.

The wind braids through the tall stems,

and whispers stories only the still can hear.

Here, I let my breath settle,

let my heart unclench its careful fist.

Whatever was heavy drifts away,

like a leaf surrendering to the river.

This is enough,

a space held open for wonder,

for silence, for returning home

to the sacred within.

~s.c.

how we lean into deeper spaces….

inquiry for today~ find a daydream….

telling secrets….

The most fortunate are those who have a wonderful capacity to appreciate again and again,

freshly and naively, the basic goods of life, with awe, pleasure, wonder and even ecstasy.

~Abraham Maslow