In many of the memoirs I’m reading, there is some point for the pilgrim that they acutely feel the monotony of the walk. Every day, they get up and walk. And walk. And walk.
This is something that I really don’t face in the same way on my virtual pilgrimage.
However, it occurs to me that all of us have aspects of repetition in our lives, and I don’t know about you, but that is a point where can tend to go to sleep in my life.
We travel the same route to work every day. We have the same routine when we arise every day. We generally follow a repetitive pattern at night, after work, or when we are preparing meals.
Routines and habits are tremendously useful in our lives, except when they aren’t. 🙂
I can get in a sort of a trance state as I go through these repetitive motions of every day. And I stop noticing. I stop tuning into my senses. I go to sleep to my life.
I stop noticing that the leaves on the trees look different today than they did yesterday. Or that the quality of the sky is incredibly different today. Or the toothpaste tastes different to me this morning. It isn’t the same day today, even in the routines.
It’s a slippery slope. When I go to sleep in any aspect of my life, I can miss so many opportunities to really engage with the miracles, of my life, through all of my senses.
I can miss the life of my life.
I never know when there will be a miracle, and, in one sense, it’s all a miracle.
I don’t want to miss it.
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