In My Day

We’ve heard older citizen say, in my day, and then recount experiences of the past. But what if we linked aspects of our days with moments of intention or attention, what would a day become for us? There is a moment when we awaken from sleep. Do we groan? Oh no, do I have to? Do we jump out of bed to get going like a jack in the box? It’s probably different every day. A beautiful way to awaken is to remember what Abraham Heschel wrote: Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is holy. As a first awakening thought it can profoundly set the tone of the day.

Phrases Posted on Facebook, May 2019

Sheets off the body, feet on the floor, what will we stand for or in this day? I love thinking of under-standing, as that base hum of being that will support the melody of the day. What will we choose it to be . . . compassion, flow, thoughtfulness, fun, mischief, patience, presence, and the spirit of adventure, commitment, or love? We can make it a conscious choice . . . tootsies down with a decided course of action
Washing up . . . a time to be tender and care for the body, to enjoy water on our skin, a daily blessing that many do not have. We water plants, don’t we? Why not water the body with cleansing, refreshment, and blessing?
A good time for silence and recollection is after washing up and before eating breakfast. Like a simple exhalation of the usual efforts we expend, it is a time to connect to the Mystery that is beyond us and also intimately right where we are. The quieting of our overworked faculties allows for something we need far more than activity and plans – a time for the deepest truth in us.
In my day I want to hug those who help others, the ones who do what they promise to do, and the ones who encourage others with a smile because they are so full of inner twinkles.
In my day as in yours there will probably be three meals to enjoy. How these meals are consumed will make a big difference in how nourished we will feel. We can eat or we can dine, right? A tuna sandwich gobbled in haste while tapping on the smart phone will be different from the same sandwich consumed slowly with appreciation. Why not intend to dine today not only while consuming meals but also in a sense while consuming whatever experiences come your way?
In my day there is work to be done . . . a measure of, not a mountain of work. When I pressure myself and push, I find that pushing to get things done no matter what prevents me from taking both dignity and pleasure in doing the work. I am not alone here. Our very culture pushes constantly. Could we choose not to be grunts and garden our lives instead?
One of my granddaughter Chloe’s favorite words when she was little was done. This said mostly after eating but also when she had finished a fantastic drawing or had piled up an especially high tower of blocks. Done, what a wise little girl! In our days it is needed and refreshing to acknowledge the completion of a unit of meaning before going on to the next thing. It slows down the relentless habit of over working and striving. It gives us a moment of recognition and pleasure, a precious mini-rest the stream of things.
I have a friend who begins every day with wondering what surprise will come to me this day? There’s a positive outlook in the question and an openness to receive. In my day collecting and being aware of sweet surprises seems a lovely way to live. Already today came the surprise of the first hummingbird at the feeder!!
To look back on our day just briefly before we go to bed is a sweet habit. What mattered? What gifts can we take into sleep? What do we want to change in the future? A quiet moment of recollecting our day lets us gently put it to bed, and then we can be more disposed to let our bodies have a good night’s rest.