dailydatewithgod

We often look for the big bang when it comes to experiences.  Maybe it is a thing particular to Western culture but that is the one I was raised in.  We value the end result more than the path.  We give greater importance to people who put on big productions and the more spectacular they are the better.  We have amusement parks.  A whole place dedicated to thrills.  It is not hard to see how all the little morsels of life get lost in the loud and spectacular.  Don’t get me wrong, I am just as drawn to the magnificent as anyone and as a recovering addict, I know all too well how quickly the escalation in needing something to be bigger and more fabulous than before. What has changed for me in the years since entering recovery and my daily dates with God is my attunement to the morsels along the way.  I have discovered a quiet and beautiful space within my own heart which when I am still enough, has so many morsels of freedom and peace to tap into I can be overwhelmed.  The morsel of subtle beauty in the color of a flower. The morsel of how a smile lights up a person’s face.  The morsel of hearing the sound of laughter.  The morsel of how my body feels after a deep breath or a good yawn. The morsels all build an experience of how to be at home with myself and the truth of who I am.  The outside world can go on and on with the loud and the spectacular and attempt to pull my attention every which way.  It is the morsel of love in simplicity that keeps me tethered to what has a life-giving staying power.  It takes time for the patient practice of stillness to open the eyes in my head to see the abundant morsels of light in life that my heart sees even after the fireworks fizzle away.