#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

The Sacred Ordinary

The sky is blue-gold, the trees a rich green–and everything, backlit with July sunshine, seems to have a halo. Few things are lovelier than a horse standing in a pasture, rimmed in light.

Or a hummingbird, almost beak to nose with a Yorkie. :)

I am afraid I overlook the sacred far too often, just because it is ordinary.

Here are just some of the things that are sacred to me:

The devotion and trust I see in my dogs’ eyes whenever we look at each other.

Seeds. They’re ALL magical, just like the beans Jack planted in the fable. I still can’t get over it. In the short span of a season, a corn-stalk grows from a single kernel, loaded with MORE corn, and that, obviously, is just one example.

The healing process. It is the natural inclination of a body to heal when injured or ill. Amazing.

The moon and all its mystery. Call me flaky, but when the moon is full, things get crazy. :)

And those are only a FEW of my favorite things…

I’m taking tomorrow off from this blog, but I’ll be back by Monday. At the latest. (Something might happen that I HAVE to tell you about immediately.)


Be kind. You never know what sorrows and struggles people are hiding behind a brave smile.

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