Getting ready for my son’s 8 AM Saturday soccer game may seem like an odd context for a spiritual experience. I can tell you that when I went to bed the night before and set the alarm for 6:15, I sure wasn’t expecting a prayerful, mindful morning. I wasn’t expecting to feel anything other than nostalgia for the warm bed I’d just left or the usual pre-game rush of panic (“Is his uniform clean?Where the heck are the shinguards?”).
But as I stood at the kitchen counter around 6:50, yawning and cutting navel oranges into slices for my little player and his teammates, I had a moment’s mindfulness. I have my senses to thank for it.
First of all, the scent: oh my, those oranges smelled like heaven. They smelled almost as good as the coffee my husband made, and that’s saying a lot. With something so fragrant right before me, my nose was awake before the rest of me was.
And once I’d sliced them all, I realized that there were a few more than could comfortably fit into my Tupperware. I decided that was my cue to eat one. So I did.
I rarely ever eat oranges anymore; I’m not sure why. But that taste showed me what I’d been missing. The little triangular segments peeling off the rind and feeling all wonderfully pulpy and sweet in my mouth: it was positively marvelous. I can’t remember when something tasted so good, or when a food made me so instantly happy. It was a gratitude prayer of the most simple and delicious kind.
That’s why it’s good to have our antennae tuned to the spirituality of the senses. If we do, then any moment — even the dreaded 8 AM Saturday game — can be a little bit of God, when you need it most.
P.S. If you’re interested in cultivating your own awareness of the senses in your prayer life, check out the “Experiencing God with Our Senses” retreat on IgnatianSpirituality.com. Starting Monday and continuing throughout October, you’ll find reflections and prayer prompts to help you taste and see (and smell, hear, and touch) God’s goodness.