I remember a day …

I like to think I’m “living” each day, that I’m conscious … and aware. I like to think I’m in touch with joy. I like to think this and, more often than not, it is so … although I know as well the impact of troubling thoughts, luring me to a point of getting caught in the mire … caught until …

… I remember a day …

… and it comes into awareness not like a memory, but the moment. It comes like the moment years ago as I was working in my father’s business. Kneeling on the floor of a convenience store at 3:00 in the morning, putting bags of potato chips on a rack … and I was overcome with what could only be termed “an overwhelming sense of wonder with this life.” There was no particular reason it could have come … but it did, and it serves as one of those days I remember.

They come with a gentle shudder, as if to remind me of the very instant I could tell there was something magical in what others would have deemed quite mundane.

Quite ordinary.

We get caught in cliches at times. A phrase is turned … and then churned through the daily beatings of the mindlessness of man. And it loses something. And then … most often when it’s heard, it’s dismissed as an old cliche.

There is magic in the mundane.

It is in these moments I am re-minded of God. It is in these moments, long forgotten, that I am re-minded something’s moving.

And so, there may arise moments where the heaviness of drudgery becomes physically weighty. There may well arise moments when worry’s invitation to circle the drain becomes tempting. It happens to everyone. We need these moments, but we don’t need to linger with them. And so, as a hint to the way “out,” I trust everyone is offered a crease of light, perhaps arising as a moment where we …

… remember a day …

It is just that … a crease. It is an opening, a hand to grasp for a moment. It is a re-minder. It is an encouragement to keep the faith … but for those folks that find such a phrase offensive, it’s the urinal block encountered in one of those final ’rounds of swirling toward that long pipe and the final splash. Grab on ole’ boy, no tellin’ how many more chances you’ll get!

Actually, I kinda like that. Aside from the playfulness, mind is given a nip … and it’s damned certain we need a (or at least attempting to) into thinking that I’m actually moving to see from another perspective.

These “folks and situations” stir questions to the fore. I may have “answered” some of them for myself, but they arise again unanswered. A puzzling thing, wouldn’t you say? That which I may have thought finished, arose in another’s place and begged to differ.

It is in those moments I purposefully seek to remember a day … to be in a place where it was so amazingly obvious to me … but I know that it can only be my reminder. It rejuvenates me though … in this moment to play my part in this grand theater … with energy that flows one to another, until the one struggling may …

… remember a day …

and I trust it will be just the re-minder they need.

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