Today I felt surrounded by a strange and pleasant peace for apparently no reason. It was a very ordinary day.
It was sunny for most of the day, an unusual event here.
My chicken Isadora is sick and may die; I can't go out and see her because it upsets me too much. LoveHubbie is taking care of her. We only keep three chickens at a time and they don't live very long but each death is still traumatic for me.
The fire was good and strong today, and the wood was dry and split into large pieces. So I was mostly warm, not cold in the house.
I went for a walk with my knees both in braces, very carefully and very slowly, using my Nordic Ski Walking poles to help cushion the impact; a passerby yelled at me, "Hey, there's no snow!"
I turned the bathtub water on to fill it and forgot about it for...a few hours...we have an overflow...
I watched another episode of the PBS special The War with LoveHubbie to continue his birthday celebration (his birthday was yesterday) of fun with pizza and television.
I had a long and luxurious quiet time reading this morning.
Nothing special, just an ordinary Sunday, but I felt so good. I kept thinking about what made it a Sacred Sunday that I could blog about and my answer was...everything. That's all.
~Picture by LoveHubbie Mark