The Vitality of Ordinary Things #37

The Vitality of Ordinary Things                                          April 16,2018

The sublime, the extraordinary takes the breath away and moves us straight to the heart.
The recognition of this in the ordinary holds us there at every turn.

Vital and familiar, alive.
Running warm water washing worry.
Recognition, articulation, brings the light to bear.

When insanity threatens it is the ordinary that grounds.

Notice light leaking through the crack.
It’s escape weakens form and frees imagination moving simultaneously in both directions..

Extra is more and also superfluous.
Extra ordinary.

Use, of what use? None said the poet.
But it has value, immense value.

That is more than enough.

Notice the specialness of what is beginning or ending.  Beginnings like the dawn are full of wonder, ‘what is this’!  Endings, like the sunset, tend to be fiery and honey toned.  There is a bittersweet richness to its leaving.

Why does the middle go unnoticed until ending shows up?

We are told when young that we are special by those who love us and they most likely believe it and certainly want us to. Perhaps we do for awhile, but there comes a time when we realize our ordinariness, even make peace with it.

Yoga tells us we are of the divine, this is another way of saying special, extraordinary.  But saying it thinking it, and knowing, truly experiencing, is not the same thing.

We cannot see the essence of the ordinary, its truest intrinsic core if we do not know our own. Go deep, recover the wonder of dawn and sweetness of dusk within.  Rest in the middle, in the source of all and every form of light.
 
With eyes of full of light, bore to the center and expand meaning, perception, reality.
Return to so called ordinary life and see it for what it is, extraordinary.

Beginning, middle, end rest between the bookends of concealment and revelation.

No matter where in the cycle we find ourselves, comfort with unfolding must blossom if we are to see and move with joy and skill.  

Moment by moment life unfolds, where does our awareness rest?  The vitality of ordinary things is sustenance.  Today I am sad at the thought of leaving, grieving; and full of hope at what may unfold.  Simultaneously I pulse.  More and more I know expansion lives between the two.  Vital, exuberant, audacious ordinary life calls.