What are your sacraments? Thomas Moore begins chapter 6 of “A Religion of One’s Own” with a quote from Henry David Thoreau. “I find that I conciliate the gods by some sacrament as bathing, or abstemiousness in diet, or rising early, and directly they smile on me. These are my sacraments.” From Thoreau’s book “I to Myself.”
For me, the return of walking the dog after a six-year absence is an instant sacrament. No longer do I listen to podcasts, but rather I reserve my attention for dog and cars.
I share in Thoreau’s enthusiasm for rising early, but must add the why of it, coffee and writing. For this combination I had to all but give up reading until sometime later. Reading is surely a sacrament searching for a time.
Going to sleep is not too shabby either, and for that I include short naps. Long ones produce grogginess or prevent later sleep. To be an effective sacrament, I must propel ahead, either up or forward, sometimes backward. Down demotes sacramental strengths.
Lunch in communion with another crosses the boundary of the secular into the divine. The food counts, but so does the person.