Sublime

It would be well, perhaps, if we were to spend more of our days and nights without any obstruction between us and the celestial bodies, if the poet did not speak so much from under a roof, or the saint dwell there so long. Birds do not sing in caves, nor do doves cherish their innocence in dovecots.

living one day to the next.

We always live now. All we have to do is entrust ourselves to the life we now live.

We just live our life deeply in the present moment. When we eat, we just eat. When we wash the dishes, we just wash the dishes. When we use the bathroom, we just enjoy using the bathroom. When we walk, we just walk. When we sit, we just sit. Doing all these things is a wonder, and the art of living is to do them in freedom.

Don’t dwell.

Jesus uses this word menō not once but ten times in this short teaching. Go read it. He’s driving to a singular point: Make your home in my presence by the Spirit, and never leave.

“You don’t always have to rush off to the next thing,” Lena says, refilling my cup. “Nature never hurries, yet everything is accomplished,” Carmy adds. “Society didn’t decay quickly; it won’t be rebuilt quickly either. Gotta enjoy these little moments along the way.”