Some people say The Lord’s Prayer, repeat Hail Mary’s, or whisper ancient Buddhist chants whilst rolling sandalwood beads between their divinity-seeking fingers. But The Universe Itself is MY GOD…so all I got is myself AND ALL THAT IS, WAS, AND EVER WILL BE…and that, along with the awareness of this profound notion that I speak aloud to myself every single morning as I begin my day, is what sustains me.
At long last: I FUCKING GET IT.
It’s about time.
“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” ― Mary Jean Irion