Sacred

 My mind is racing as I wake up… already feeling “late” for the day. The waterfall of “to dos” race through my mind and I am definitely not savoring the moment. I remember my “One Little Word”: sacred and take a breath. Breathing in, I whisper “slow” to myself. Breathing out, I settle and ground in my body. I reach for the baked new potato that I am cutting up for my lunch. I SLOWLY cut the potato…repeating sacred…slow…sacred…slow…resting in this moment. I slice it with focus. I slice it with appreciation. I am beginning to slow the waterfall of thoughts and remembering that life is one small sacred step after another. Slowing. Returning. Savoring. Remembering.


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  1. dmsherriffMarch 2, 2023 at 5:16 PM

    The waterfall image at the beginning and the end is perfect. It's rushing and loud at the onset of the piece and it's a smaller, more flowing and peaceful waterfall at the end as you connect with your OLW sacred and calm your way into your day.

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  2. RamonaMarch 2, 2023 at 5:23 PM

    I love how you took us from racing to slowly focusing on the sacred in this slice. I created a mnemonic to help me remember your mantra: One small sacred step after another (SRSR) Slowly. Returning.Savoring.Remembering. Your slice made me feel peace.

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  3. Leigh Anne EckMarch 2, 2023 at 6:51 PM

    I felt my own breathing slow as I read this. What a lovely one little word.

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