I used to think spirituality had to do with fleeting, evanescent, ephemeral stuff. I saw it as a form of escape, whether it was with knees digging into a pew or sitting on top of a cushion.
But, no. The further I follow this spiritual path, the more I come down from those clouds…
I see now that spirituality is about the dirt, the bones, the blood, the food, and the sweat.
Spirituality is about good business, date nights, amazing workouts, and getting that last hole in before the sun goes down.
It’s about ear infections and crying babies.
It’s about shaking hands, making amends, and those awkward Thanksgiving dinners.
It’s about our politics, our agreements, and the way we direct our feet and heart through this physical life.
Spirituality isn’t an escape from this life. It’s about how we engage with this life.
This whole thing is a temple. Pew and cushion are included, but they seem to merely be the starting point.