Gracie was a purr-fect meditation companion this morning. She insisted upon my scratching under her chin. I could feel and hear the vibration of her purrs. At times I swear she was saying, “A little to the left. Yeesss. That’s it.” What a purr-fect way to start my day. I hope you too
Have a purr-fect day on this Memorial Day
The sacred can be found in any form: a small stone or a mountain, the first cry of a newborn child and the last gasp of a dying person. It can be present in a loaf of bread, on a table, waiting for a meal, and in the words that bless the meal. The remembrance of the sacred is like a central note within life. Without this remembrance something fundamental to our existence is missing. Our daily life lacks a basic nourishment, a depth of meaning.
When we feel this music, when we sense this song, we are living our natural connection with the Earth and all of life. Meaning is not something that belongs to us, rather our life becomes “meaningful” when we live this connection, when we feel it under our feet as we walk down the street, in the scent of a flower, in rain falling. […]
— Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee, from Meaning and the Song of the Soul
This was my view from the living room window this morning while a light rain fell.
All I could see was green
Happy Memorial Day friends. Have a purr-fect day.
May you walk in beauty.
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