Sacred Life Sunday

Welcome to my very first Sacred Life Sunday post.

According to Carla, its creator, "Sacred Life Sunday isn't really a challenge -- that sounds too strenuous -- it's really more of a softening ... into a moment, a treasured possession, a companion -- people, parts and places of your everyday life that you cherish. Whatever is sacred to you."

For me, on this bright white Sunday, it is the sacredness of this moment. We don't often receive a foot of snow in Cincinnati. It is far more rare to receive it with one foot into the second week of March. I saw my first flower last week, ironically, a snow drop. It was a tender purple, half open at the base of a neighbor's mailbox. I wanted to weep at the proof that spring was on its way. Now that snow drop is buried, along with any other flowers on their way up, and I want to weep at how swiftly circumstances can change.

This event is a sacred lesson in patience ... in being at peace with what is ... in going with the flow. In all likelihood, this snowstorm will be just a soggy memory in another week or so. In another month, we will have our flowers, even in abundance. But for now, we are asked to find sustenance in this last breath of winter and the beauty that it holds.