When I was a kid, the whole realm of religion seemed to exist up beyond the clouds and didn’t really apply until we kicked the bucket.
In hindsight, I now see that this is exactly why the Catholic structure I was sold as a youth only served me up until a certain point before I abandoned it.
I was living life. A real life. With poverty and death and dysfunction and hormones and beauty and doubt and bad grades. This model of the spiritual just wouldn’t… fit.
Today, as I deepen my understanding of the scriptures as well as mystical texts, I see that spirituality shouldn’t be vague and abstract. It should be concrete and specific.
True spirituality lives in the blood, bone, and dirt of everyday living.
I’m seeing the Spirit more and more in the mundane, concrete places and things that I live in the midst of, not just as cloudy notions of fantasy that I picked up as a kid.
When we stay with our daily experiences and apparitions, we see that everything is a revelation of the divine — from rocks to rocket ships. The divine is disclosed everywhere for those who have eyes to see. Our only blindness is our own lack of fascination, amazement, humility, curiosity, awe, and willingness to be allured forward.
— Richard Rohr
Stop for a second, wherever you are, and open your awareness — the eye behind the eye and the ear behind the ear — to what’s really around you in whatever location you’re currently reading this in.
Isn’t it amazing that it’s all being held together? Isn’t it crazy that there are certain laws undergirding all of reality which things seamlessly fall in order to? Isn’t it insane that your heart is beating?
That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Sink in deeper and you’ll see that there really is no boundary between your life and a spiritual life.