It seems life has become a constant
struggle of to-do lists and schedules
swallowing our waking hours
and haunting our
As if a great bookeeper in the sky
is keeping track of our days
and judging them with constant busy-ness
the holy goal.
What if we set out every morning with curiosity,
with the intention to notice
as many opportunities as possible?
Would it not be like reading the world
as a holy book~a Lectio Divina of sorts,
that ancient practice of spiritual reading?
Every day we could be pouring over
the unfolding of new and possible worlds.
There are innumerable, small opportunities
to be helpful, attentive or kind.
Taking up these opportunities,
would we not come to know that we are
a living part of the infinite story?