under the ordinary

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While many people seem bent on achieving extraordinary levels of consciousness and great powers of spirit, religions also teach the holiness of the commonplace. It isn’t easy in our complicated world to enjoy the pleasures of ordinary living- children, family, neighborhood, nature, walking, gathering, eating together. I imagine life not as an ambitious quest, but as an anti-quest, a search for the ordinary and a cultivation of the unexceptional…..Thomas Moore

delight in the moments of fullness, of passionate, early morning epiphanies, of radiant light in the window, of uninterrupted river flow, of chattering fantasies……all is here, in every turn of the day in our journey……

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself. I have been as sincere a worshipper of Aurora as the Greeks. I got up early and bathed in the pond; that was a religious exercise, and one of the best things which I did. they way that characters were engraven on the bathing tub of king Tching-thang to this effect: “Renew thyself completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again.” I can understand that. Morning brings back the heroic ages. I was affected by the faint hum of a bird making its invisible tour through earliest dawn, when I was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame. It was Homer’s requiem; itself an Iliad and Odyssey in the air, singing its own wrath and wanderings. there was something cosmical about it; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting vigor and fertility of the world…….Henry David Thoreau

soul pleasures

Be still for just a moment and listen
to the symphony of breath
that fills every moment
with the exquisite pleasure
of being Alive Now. Life is breathing.
Listen . . . listen.
…..Gaye Abbott

8 thoughts on “under the ordinary

  1. Beautiful passages….great reminder to glory in the simple pleasures that are available to us every day. Thank-you

    • oh if only we could remember to sweeten our day with more gratitude & more reasonable goals….may your day leave you with space to daydream…..

  2. “Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure. Consider also the devilish brilliance and beauty of many of its most remorseless tribes, as the dainty embellished shape of many species of sharks. Consider, once more, the universal cannibalism of the sea; all whose creatures prey upon each other, carrying on eternal war since the world began.
    Consider all this; and then turn to the green, gentle, and most docile earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a strange analogy to something in yourself? For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half-known life. God keep thee! Push not off from that isle, thou canst never return!”
    ― Herman Melville, Moby Dick

  3. In the almost imperceptible rise of a single breath, so all of creation – an eternity. All that matters – here, in the warmth of our hand. Death waits patiently with his kiss. Let us linger in the wonder of this indescribable joy! ❤

    • wonderment…..I’ve been working on workshop content & the power of curiosity & awe keeps arising…..keep needling all of us below the surface of things with your beautiful writing Bobbie…..

  4. the laughter of a child; the sunlight on a toddler’s golden wispy curls; the single minded focus of a child building a doomed sandcastle; the uncontrolled intake of breathe as the sea rolls out from under my feet, gathering force to come roiling over them; the thick silence of snow; the satisfaction of writing your name precisely, yet with a flare, the first sip of hot coffee sitting in a spot of windowed sunshine on a cold day,
    the unexpected light tender touch of my husband’s hand as he passes me,

    Wow, what a chain of delight you set off tonight. Heart floating on memories of grace.

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