Morning path

Thinking of a woman folding her map and looking up,

stretching a leg, stepping on a stone; I stop behind the dog.

Meet the eyes of a young Whitetail buck standing in sun-spotted shadow.

 

All week I’ve recalled a shallow forest pond.

Three inches deep. Sky and canopy reflected.

A bed of sand and pebbles. Some kind of wordless whisper.

 

How do we know which moments are sacred and which are mundane?

 

 

 

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16 thoughts on “Morning path

  1. Sacred and profane — great discussion question — one problem is — I think — that the terminology is from a forgotten time, and is probably too outworn to be worth pursuing. It implies a dualism that no longer holds water –in that form at least — the form of one polarity being good (Sacred) and one being not so good — (Profane.)
    In my humble view, if anything is sacred, then all is sacred –it is what we make of life –including things — that makes them appear worthy or not worthy.
    Very complex — worth a walk or more———–

    • In my mind the query regarded which moments are sacred and which mundane (not profane). How do we distinguish between the sacred and the ordinary? The thought arose when I felt what appeared to be a sacred moment, and realized it was simply one of presence. The difference between whether a moment is sacred or not, may simply have to do with whether we are present or elsewhere. That’s all.

    • Thanks for your comment Audrey!

      Though the city isn’t my landscape, I believe… and hope that I would find the same inspiration. Maybe even more. Last spring I spent a few days in Boston and Cambridge and loved the diversity and stimulation. And the depth. It’s a very thought provoking question that makes me think about balance. Thank you!

  2. To my mind, the sacred has to be blessed by ourselves; put aside as something special. Whether it be a special moment, or a song we heard, or leaves in the palm of our hand… identifying that thing as sacred for us personally, gives the subject a certain precious worth in our own hearts and minds, and stays with us.

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