It's fall...and lately I've been tired and grouchy.  So yesterday we went for a walk.  As my girls walked away from me I was struck by how old they are and how fast life has moved.  It brought tears to my eyes.  I know it's the way life moves, but having something to hold onto has left on my knees with the sacred.

What are the things that bring us to our knees grounding ourselves in the sacred?

The sacred is incredibly easy to find this time of year.  The colors of the creation and the wonder of our surroundings are awe inspiring.