sacred love

Today is the fifth anniversary of the day my wife and I united our intents and our hearts. We both understood we were in truth re-uniting and that our pledge was truly eternal. We were married in an octagonal glass house, high on a hill with the wildness of the southern California hills all around. It was a Baha'i ceremony, which is very simple.

Criminy.  Here it is, going on three in the morning, and I can't leave well enough alone?  I have to bring up sex again?  Well, yeah.  I do think it's an important topic...I'm hoping to look at it in a slightly less personal way.

A raw afternoon, a gray winter's day. Dusk is coming on. I leave my apartment and cross the street. There runs a creek, its wide banks dotted with trees and boulders. Sweet flags and cattails cluster and sway. Sunlight dances in its shaded pools. It is one of my favorite spots to walk and simply be.

We breathe Sacred Love. We celebrate Sacred Sexuality. We roar with Sacred Laughter (if we don't, we should). We all know of sacred architecture, sacred art, sacred music, sacred ground. Today I was joyfully roadsurfing in the rain in lousy traffic, and it came to me as I artfully avoided being run off the road by an eighteen-wheeler, I was engaged in Sacred Driving.