THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

Where is your sacred space?

SILLINESS

The message came again
take time
and be silly
because
silliness
is a blessing.

Silly
has its roots in
being blessed.
When I am
silly I am
blessing others.

Silliness
allows me to
help others and
experience the Ultimate
in ways which
transform,
lighten,
and help us
see the humor in the
one we take all too
seriously.

Be silly.
Be sacred.
Be blessed.

FINDING THE SACRED

The sacred is everywhere in our lives.
It is in the ordinary moments,
people,
places
and things.

The sacred can be found in
our daily life,
in the simple things we do like
brushing our teeth,
going to the bathroom,
eating an orange,
running water,
walking down the hallway,
or just breathing.

The sacred can be found in
our neighbors,
friends,
family,
colleagues,
team mates,
acquaintances, and
strangers.

The sacred can be found in
our backyard,
our neighborhood,
parks,
malls,
garbage cans,
and the cracks in the sidewalk.

The sacred can be found in
our thoughts,
our feelings,
our visions, and
our creations.

We can find the sacred
when we open our senses
and allow ourselves to see,
feel,
hear,
taste,
touch,
smell, and
experience it
in everyday life.

PAPER TABERNACLES

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It was decades ago
when she left three little pieces of paper
on my treadmill that said
I
Love
You

They still are with me
in my drawer.
They are sacred, holy and
a paper tabernacle
holding the gift of love
from the one who loves me
unconditionally

Her notes are not alone.
They are accompanied
by sacred notes from others
images,
gifts of sacred love from others

Through writing we can express
our intimacy,
our friendship,
our love,
what others mean to us.
Our letters have the potential
to become someone’s
paper tabernacle

A holy space
where the sacred gift of love is stored
where one keeps reminders of what one means,
the friendship we share,
the intimate moments,
which bond us together.

They are more than just pieces of paper.
They are sacred and holy.
They are paper tabernacles.

BE SILLY!

Be silly!
The message came loud and clear.
Be silly!
Silly is selig
Selig is blessed.
Be silly.
Silliness can be sacred
So be silly.

A ROOM OF MY OWN

This past month I have come to realize that when I make room for silence in my life, I am creating a room of my own. It is the simplest addition to my home that I can create. There is no building permit needed, no contractors, no designers. All I need to do is sit, be still, and be. In doing so, I create a room which is my ashram. It is my place to just be in communion with the one I call the Ultimate Consciousness. I do not need anything here. I do not need candles, or pillows, or cushions, or furniture. I just need to be still and be in the presence of the Divine.

My room is not external, although it could happen in a physical room. It is a room within myself. It is one that only I and the Divine are allowed to enter. It is a room constructed by holy silence. It is here where I tap into a strength that prevents the noises of life from being heard. It is a space where the only things I can hear is my breathing, my feelings, and the whispers of the Sacred. It is as if I am in one of those soundproof booths and all I can hear is what I can hear, nothing more, nothing less.

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SACRED AND SACRIFICE

Recently, I re-watched a film (Gods of our Fathers) with my students, which made me think about how the way we, as human beings, have voted with our food has changed over time. During the time of hunter-gatherers, they never took for granted where their next meal might be coming from or what it might be. My sense is that they found food along the way to nurture their bodies. I have a hard time envisioning them stopping at regularly scheduled times to eat. My sense is that not knowing where their next meal was coming from or when; they did not take any morsel for granted.

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