There was a moment this morning when I looked out our living room window, and every tree branch was filled with rows of water droplets. Each droplet was sparkling in the sunlight.
The trees all looked like they had been strung with rows and rows of tiny lights It was magical.
I went outside, and the air was filled with a delicate tinkling sound, as the droplets fell onto various surfaces.
I have found these moments, where the sacred looks so tangible to me, to be fleeting in my life. They are momentary and transient. They feel like moments when a divine essence is shining through a sacred veil, right into my ordinary life.
And then I wonder. Are they really so rare and fleeting, or are they happening all around me, all the time, without me noticing them?
What are your ephemeral moments?
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