some moments in life change everything.
of course, the big ones do, first jobs, graduations, marriages, children, promotions, death. these moments are events, we expect them to take over, to change us, to get our attention.
but what about the small ones? the simple smile that opens your heart, or the first bud opening on the crab apple tree. what of the shimmer of moonlight through the curtains on the night you cannot sleep, or the sound of your husband’s snoring? what of the first sip of tea each morning, the one you have been taking so long it has almost become the same as breathing?
and what of the moments that pass by, unnoticed? the ones filled with repetitive motion?
there are the dishes i wash daily, again and again, and the bed that i make and this floor that i sweep. there is my hand passing back and forth as it sweeps the dust from a picture.
there is ritual in these tiny bits of life that make up the patterns of our days.
these are the things that keep us grounded, keep us grinding away. they may wear us down, but they keep us going.
creating order out of chaos is what keeps us sane. holding together the bits of our lives on our postage stamp of universe, giving us purpose, potential, comfort.
i am rich because i have a floor to sweep, a mirror to dust, a bed
this tea to drink.