Lately I’ve been addressing the rushing, hurrying, running-late piece of my life. I actually ran a stop watch yesterday while I did my various personal routines. I discovered how much time they really took to accomplish without pressuring myself for time. Now I have the facts, mundane as they are. I can schedule my mornings in a structure of reality rather than the frenzied structure of fantasy. Reality: I’m not the bionic woman and my car is not a time machine. The small things are important and they need my time. Period.
These are mundane little facts and truths. But they are my reality. I know from experience that when my mind is racing with my to-do list and responsibilities, I’m frenzied. When I’m not racing, I can tend to the to-dos and responsibilities with calm mindfulness. And I can think calmly about the bigger stuff. But really, it’s all important. I’ve read a lot about the spirituality in tending to the mundane realm and I’ve understood it intellectually. I’m finally discovering that fact personally.
Handsome cat! I’ve made lots of art with the mundane in mind. I work at making my bed a spiritual practice
All the little things. They’re the peas and carrots of our lives.