It has taken a while, but I certainly do know it now-
the most wonderful gift I had,
the gift I’ve finally learned to cherish above all else,
was the gift of all those perfectly ordinary days.
Lately I’ve been struggling with a severe case of plantarfasciitis in
both feet and tendinitis in my ankle. The doctor said it might take
six months to heal. I’m faithfully engaging in various stretches
incorporating them into my daily Yoga practice. I’ve curtailed my
walking, apply ice and sometimes heat to tired, sore feet and spend
more time with my feet up.
More than one friend has suggested the universe might be sending
a message to slow down. I’ve certainly received that message before
and it usually comes more than once (stronger each time) until I
listen. I’m listening, I promise!
Ordinary days, everyday moments fill our lives in ways that often go
unnoticed. As a longtime meditator, I like to believe I pay attention.
That I really notice things around me. But the reality is mindfulness
and being present are lifetime practices. Like chopping wood and
carrying water, we put one foot in front of the other, moment
after moment and wonder, “can we stay alert, awake, alive to
all that is?”
It’s a practice and each time I miss the mark, I feel gratitude for
the chance to try again. Don’t be discouraged if you are forgetful or
thoughts take you away from what is here in the present moment.
Just allow the realization of not being present to be a pointer back
to presence. Remember even our forgetting is perfect. Let go of all
expectations and appreciate the gift of ordinary days.