sacred in the everyday

I hope you're not tired of images around my house.
I'm actually very tired, but it's a good tired.

Autumn triggers 'nesty-ness' for me so yesterday involved:
(1) purging closets and
(2) round one of organizing purgatory (the storage room).
That room with the shelves of boxes! Oy! The angst!
It is full of nostalgia, dusty exercise equipment, our sons'
childhoods, and odd stuff we think we may someday use.

Even though I don't have to confront our pergatory on a daily basis
(it's not truly purgatory...more like the land of the unloved),
the objects there do seem to possess energy,
and the change of season signals it's time for a shift.

I strive for maximum peacefulness in my environment
maybe because internally there is often a degree
of turmoil and disruption, and simplifying restores
a degree of control and eases the flurry.

Organizing helps, but living more soulfully helps more.
I have learned, for example, in the past year how spiritual practices can
make a powerful difference in my energy, balance, and health. 

Two practices in particular that are changing me were
a bit of advice offered to Henry Nouwen from Mother Teresa:
Spend one hour a day in adoration of your Lord,
and do nothing that you know to be wrong.

For me, that one hour often involves sitting at this piano,
the same one which has always been in my family.

I compose lyrics, music, and prayers, and while I'm hopeless
as a player and mediocre as a singer, I find great solace and
solitude and communion with my maker here.

An hour of adoration does not necessarily entail singing or
reading scripture; for me, it often looks like stillness
and quiet listening. 
True: As a child I was jealous of the religious practices of my neighborhood friends:
the Catholics had these amazing raucous social events, and the Quakers
didn't have to listen to long boring sermons at church (they told me
they simply sat in quiet prayer there).

The balance of that prescription from Mother Teresa
(do nothing you know to be wrong) while more challenging,
is nudging me into a life more pure, holy, and honorable.

Without such active intentions to move me into
a rhythm more divine (and less egotistical!), I'm vulnerable
to one disjointed with selfish desires and amnesia for the sacred.

And that is enough confession, soul, and intimacy for today...
especially if you came here thirsty for worlds of energetic
whimsy and motion!

Peace to you right where you are.

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