Another typical day........

I was about to enter my diary with the opening words,"another typical rainy day in the northwest...." .I stopped myself for I despise the word typical. I loathe it's every application of usage for the word itself would attempt to throw everything into an old trunk labeling all as mundane,ordinary, and unworthy of special note. I will have no mundane in my life! I wish every moment I breathe to be a moment of enchantment, magic and miracles. I desire to live every moment with the knowledge of the presence of God. Even one moment in his presence is a moment in eternity and there is nothing mundane,routine, dreary,or uninteresting about that.Every breath should be inhaled with special affection for the glory of life.

I wish to disassociate with this part of my vocabulary; mundane,typical,ordinary,routine. I wish to live each day with eager expectation of the dawn, where every evening is enchanting as Christmas eve and childlike, I approach each new day with a thrill of anticipation and joy.The very rituals of my common hours will reflect a magical celebration of life; collecting eggs from the hen house will be a life nurturing venture of worthy note, washing dishes,or morning coffee, all unique rituals to be enjoyed with the fondest relish.

Great writers like Whitman,Thoreau, Emerson, and Muir all knew how to suck the marrow out
of the moment; a turning leaf, the slight of a breeze, or the sight of a bird alighting upon the feeder. Our culture tends to breed dissatisfaction in order to motivate the masses to purchase their product which gives a false promise of a greater thrill or better comfort. The experience is never quite as good as it was promoted or displayed but just enough satisfaction acquired to anticipate another stimulating event or purchase which guarantees a a greater high or thrill.Thus we become slaves to the exterior. Our interior lives and imagination whither and suppress the real elixir which is always self brewed.

Every new stimulation begets another, and then another, for one must always have fresh excitement to remain alive. It is a gerbil's treadmill of foolish and meaningless activity. It is speed with no direction,distance with no destination leaving us ricocheting our way through life
exhausted and purposeless.

It's not the pace, it's the meaning in which we give life that counts. Meaning above all else is the milepost of our success in living. Meaning cannot be assessed until we challenge the values by which we live. Throw out all that is false and acquire new values, new paradigms,build new equations ,new math until you arrive at an equation that always ends in truth. With a fresh foundation of values revisited and meanings applied their can be no typical or ordinary day,hour or moment .