There are many things that I would describe sacred. Hearing a choir sing a favorite anthem, resting in the woods by a creek bank, witnessing the birth of one’ own child, listening to a person tell their own story – all of these things become sacred moments. Anytime we can stop and realize the essence of life in its beauty, love, hardship and struggle we are engaged in sacred time. Whenever I am privileged to listen to someone read a poem that they wrote themselves, I regard that as sacred time.
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