There is nothing in our lives that is not sacred.
Our laughter. Our excretions. Our hopes and dreams. Our fear. The way we love. The way we cry. The way we fight. What we eat. How we learn.
There is nothing in our lives that is not sacred because life itself is a holy and blessed thing. Every flower, animated. Every rock, an ancient pattern. Each song, an expression of humanity in relationship to all things.
We are star stuff, it is said, and this is true. We are made of the same iron that gives off distant, dying light. We are made of the same iron that anchors us to this earth.
Sometimes we remember.
Sometimes we forget.
Every day presents this offering: Try again.
Happy Equinox. May you find your center.
May you feel the balancing of day and night.