As I write I am sitting in a Southern Colorado mountain cabin. At this moment the sky is falling upon the earth in droplets of rain. The heavens have darkened and the air is fresh with the smell of rain mixed with pine, wild grass, and wild flowers.  The middle of the summer gives the mountain experience many opportunities.  This morning I had the heat on to take off the chill.  As the day warms, I lift the windows to bring in the unpolluted mountain air. Throughout this day the clouds glide across the sky in the varying colors of white puffs and an occasional bluish, gray cloud, making a semi-threatening statement, reminding that nature will have its way.  It is not unusual to see this kind of weather in the mountains, or in Colorado for that matter. We have a saying here in this state, “If you don’t like the weather, just wait, it will change momentarily.” 

Late evening moves in and the cabin is dark.  I do not want to disturb this moment.  The lines to the song Because We Believe sung by Andrea Bochelli come to me: “The moment won’t last, but we will remember it again, when we close our eyes.” The soft background music plays encouraging the dance of nature. Lights will need to once again illuminate the place in order to continue into the next moment. The windows will be closed to ward off the cool night air and this moment will complete itself-- naturally.  For now, I bask in this peaceful way of life. 

At this moment it feels appropriate to me to write about the sacred. It is no accident that the earth speaks to me through the rain.  Seeing the sacredness of this special place is effortless.  Stillness resides in the mountains. I hear my heart's rhythm as my foggy mind clears. I am in complete communion with nature.  Love pours forth from my being as I welcome every experience this place has to offer. I come alive in the mountains. Yes, it is easy to see and feel the sacredness of the moment and the place. There are no phones, or internet, or television to taint my mind with counterfeit stories.  This moment is eternal. 

Everyday life will beckon me to return soon enough. Work, family, school, clients, my home, they all have a way of inviting me back and I realize that over time it is easier to leave such sacred, conscious moments.  I will return filled with such grace, communion and love.  From this serene stillness I will spring forward into daily existence where nothing will bother me for a while. I will smile at the smallest and largest of events, even those with potential chaos.  How can this be?  I have had many such sacred moments and was once bothered when a beautiful experience such as this ended.  Now, I can return to normal existence with a knowing, a truth:  all moments are sacred.  Each of these precious moments of stillness and peace fill the vacuum of my earthly soul. This moment is magic and the most magical thing about it is that it lives within me.  As I heed the calling of ordinary life, I will take this extraordinary moment with me sharing it each ordinary moment, blending the ordinary with the sacred, a continual and merging process of conscious re-creating; making all moments sacred.

©Brenda Baker, 2010