When I Stop Comparing

"When I stop comparing and 

allow myself to be ordinary...

I taste a piece of eternity."

May the grace of no comparing (or competition)

be bestowed upon me...for they are deeply

etched into my psyche.  I wish I could

reach in and unravel them from 

their tightly woven pattern

in the neural pathways of my brain.

I wish there was a tool or an app for this.

"...by accepting the assignment,

which is to beautify and repair

our own small corner of the world."

How's this for a reason to keep things tidy?

At least reasonably well cared for.

The biggest challenge for me is 

knowing what to repurpose in some way 

and what to discard because discarding

feels like damaging Mother Earth.

"...I am stained...with the evidence 

of my delight in these daily rituals

that can never be washed away,

the ordinary being at least one

gateway to the holy."

I love, love, love the belief that

the ordinary is a gateway to the holy.

Especially as I've been known to grumble

inwardly about some of these "daily rituals".

I've also breathed giant sighs of graitude

for others, like this one, that enhance

my life in countless, invisible ways.

Note: Crew's poem brings this quote to mind.

“Eternalism is the belief that everything that is, has been, 

and will be exists right now and forever, all at once. 

Presentism is the belief that only what exists in the present exists at all.”

― Lily King