Church of the Ordinary

This year I'm just love, love, loving how ordinary I am. Past efforts to be special in so many ways have led to nothing real, only the illusion of struggle to become someone. I'm so ready to be nobody. This is my doorway to the present moment, which in turn is a doorway to higher wisdom, the essence of my being and the world I live in.

CHURCH OF THE ORDINARY
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In a world that adores specialness,
you'll find me in the Church of the Ordinary.
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In a world that values
bigger, better, faster
My service is small, simple and slow.
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Serving the in-breath.
Loving the out-breath.
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Pulling back the veil of specialness,
the sacred ordinary leaves me in awe.
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That which my mind,
in looking so far ahead
and so far behind,
pushes aside as mundane.
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The sacred ordinary reveals itself
by how little it holds for me
in the way of desire and need.
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I serve every unextraordinary thing
that passes through my hands.
The spoon, the cup, the keys.
What divine beings are they!
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Here is my present moment.
Here is the Beloved, whom I seek
but overlook a hundred times a day.
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The cobweb, the crumb.
The well-trodden steps
walked in my home every day,
from rising to sleeping.
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I'm bringing the ordinary,
​my ordinary,
to lay upon my inner alter
unadorned with flowers or gems.
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Now everything becomes special
without me making it so,
but just because it is.
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This is my antidote to seeking,
because Everything
reveals itself as LOVE.

May you have a wonderfully ordinary day, filled with ordinary things and ordinary people.