The sacred is not confined to hallowed halls or holy texts; it is the quietude in a hammock’s sway on a lazy Sunday, the anticipation in an airport’s embrace. It is the stillness between life’s cacophony, a late-night tea, a duvet’s cozy retreat. Sacredness is the aroma of a meal, the earth’s perfume after rain, the silence of a fulfilled desire. It is the window that frames the dying day, the kiss that speaks without words, the surrender of entwined souls.

In a room of cherished memories, the sacred finds its home, a gentle reprieve from the mundane. It coexists with sorrow, with grief, with pain, yet remains a gracious host to transient woes. Beyond rituals and rites, the sacred is the ordinary—the post-meal smoke, the coffee’s warmth, the armchair’s familiar embrace, the book longing for touch, the hug that is yearned for.

The sacred is the sanctuary of friendship, a silent homage to life, an introspective reverence to our being. It is the unspoken understanding that within the sacred, we find fragments of the divine in our everyday existence.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer

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