By SUSAN DROMEY HEETER, Joyful Musings
Sacred. It’s a word today I muse joyfully upon. What is sacred to you? Land, rituals, a special lipstick? Do tell, musers, as I share with you my musings upon all that is sacred to me today, now, here.
First things first – tea. My first cup of tea in the morning, that first sip: sacred. It’s Barry’s Tea with skim milk in some cup I’ve scored from a thrift shop; I like the thin china type, today’s mug has a simple cow upon it and the word, “moo.”
That’s it. Simplicity is sacred.
Sleep and all things associated with a good slumber are sacred: a bed with clean linens, a wonderful German duvet, a window open to allow the breeze to cleanse my sleeping head. I’m not a late night person, mornings are sacred to me, early dark quiet dawns when I sip my tea and read, write, pause to think on the 24 hours ahead.
I’m grateful for that sacred sleep, and all things that make for a perfect rest: that is sacred as without a good shut eye, nothing is sacred.
Breath is sacred, particularly at a time when more and more people I learn are suffering from the effects of Covid, on respirators, losing their ability to breath. When I remember to pause, to breath, to inhale – all things are sacred. There is nothing like a good stretch of the lungs, a good, deep breath, a reminder to refill the tank of oxygen within.
Finally, you are sacred. You, my readers. Really. I’m still in awe that anyone reads this so for you to take a moment out of your day to read of my musings? Sacred. Truly. Sacred.
And I muse joyfully you’ll breath and sleep well, drink tea and read what brings you joy today. It’s all so very, very sacred.
Susan Dromey Heeter is a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go au natural white. Writing has been her passion since her English majoring days at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. Dromey Heeter has lived in The Netherlands, Alaska and currently basks in all things New England, including the frigid winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is to bring back body surfing as most children have no idea how to ride waves without ridiculous boogie boards.