I was reading  a passage this morning by one of my favorite authors, Mark Nepo. He was speaking of our inherent propensity to give in to the ‘smallness’ which hastens our misery.

“We begin so aware and grateful. The sun somehow hangs there in the sky. The little bird sings. The miracle of life just happens. Then we stub our toe, and in that moment of pain, the whole world is reduced to our poor little toe. Now, for a day or two, it is difficult to walk. With every step, we are reminded of our poor little toe.

Our vigilance becomes: Which defines our day—the pinch we feel in walking on a bruised toe, or the miracle still happening?”

How easily we are drawn, my loves, into that which diminishes our gratitude. That which reduces the aperture of our loving heart to a single point of pain.

And, it happens every day.

With such narrowed focus, our ‘problem’ becomes our ‘everything’ – the dripping of faucet, the falling of rain… the irritation of being trapped with no escape.

Unless…

We take a moment to simply rest; to appreciate the miracle within such ordinariness.

“Light is in both the broken bottle and the diamond,” he shares. “and music is in both the flowing violin and the water dripping from the drainage pipe. Yes, God is under the porch as well as on top of the mountain, and joy is in both the front row and the bleachers, if we are willing to be where we are.”

In peace, my loves…

Namaste <3