Savoring life is a powerful form of prayer. Â As a working mom, I’m glad about that. Â Even if I don’t have time for the kind of prayer I used to do, I can make a point to noticeÂ the things around me as I go throughout my day. Â The things I see, hear, smell, touch, taste — they point me toward the source of all creation,Â and I’m always happier when I realize that.
Here are a few of the sensory highlights of the last week.
Yesterday evening, I spent a half- hour throwing footballs withÂ the kidsÂ on the front lawn. Â It wasn’t easy;Â there were two boys and two footballs and only one me, so I had to stay on my toes so as not to be whacked in the nose, Marcia-Brady style. Â But it was fun, and the feel of the grass under my bare feet — cool, soft, inviting — was intoxicating. Â I don’t go barefoot often enough.
In the mornings on the way to work, I listen to classical music on the radio (I used to tune into the news, but I’ve realized it doesn’t get me in a good mental place for the start of the day. Â Chopin is much better.) Â And along with the music, the morning DJ has a wonderfully calming voice. Â Call me crazy, but hisÂ soothing tones always makes me feel like the day will be just fine, even if I’m running twentyÂ minutes late and have just spilled my coffee on myself. Â (It really needs to be a new Beatitude: Blessed are those who bring peace to the commuter.)
SIGHT (and SMELL)
These are the latest offerings from my garden. Â Aren’t they something?
The red one is the Mr. Lincoln I planted earlier this summer. Â It seems very contentedÂ Â and has been blooming profusely. Â I feel happy just looking at this gorgeousÂ trinity. Â And the smell … no words can do it justice.
Where have you been finding God this week?