The Legendary Husband and I opted for a very quiet Thanksgiving weekend.
The blessing of simple food that was also local, sustainably raised food which helps small farmers and businesses we care about.
Space to catch up on some things on the list. Some of them the “Could do” sorts of things that so often get lost in the much louder “Must do” gang.
The happy voices of our girls, having a blast being cousins.
And, underneath it all, rearranging mental space for new adventures.
In the midst of all that… a post I saw on Facebook which kept clamoring for my attention.
Actually, I shared it.
My friend and paint sister, Havi, had posted it on her page Wednesday. Here’s what it said:
The way you alchemize a soulless world into a sacred world is by treating everyone as if they are sacred until the sacred in them remembers.
Or, rather, I choose to agree, even though I can think of a few possible exceptions!
Somewhere along the way, I had a new thought.
What if we – you and even I – were part of everyone?
What if we treated ourselves as if we were sacred until the sacred in us remembers?
What if we treated our littles the same way… until they learned that they, too, are sacred?
And, while we’re on a roll here, what if we treated every day as if it were sacred, too, instead of just the ones the calendar calls holidays?
There are, obviously, lots of definitions for the word sacred, from many traditions, and – often – with a fair bit of baggage attached.
Here’s one I like…
Something that is sacred is worthy of honor and reverence.
There’s more, but this gets us out of quite a bit of the your way – my way tug of war.
So what if we did treat ourselves, and everybody, and each day as if it were worthy of honor and reverence?
What might get different?
It’s hard to say for sure. And, since there are, in fact, people out there who play by different rules, it’s not a perfect plan. But, it feels worth a try.
I’m going to start with an excellent bowl of broth and veg. And, Muse willing, a good night’s sleep.
Then, when morning comes, some space on my list for “Could do’s”. There are, blessedly, lots of choices!
And, should you be intrigued, four words: Start where you are!
One of the places I’m starting is with candle light.
In whatever tradition, the light means hope, and that is my hope for you and yours… that we don’t let the light go out!
ps.. two more words… the ones on the mug in the photo! You do! (It comes in grown-up and kid versions!)