"Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough."
This morning my niece and I sat quietly in her backyard. A warm breeze brushing against us, birds perched awaiting their turn to feed and our ears opened to their joyous song. After breakfast we meditated. The focus of our meditation was finding inspiration.
This routine has helped ground me and reconnect with joy. There is little responsibility here while visiting. I am at peace. How can I find inspiration and joy when I return bombarded by stress and responsibility? It is the inspiration that feeds my connection with Spirit. It is indeed my lifeblood.
I have been reading some essays by Andre Dubus. He speaks of Sacrament. He writes of his little kitchen. He is making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for his daughters from the confines of his wheelchair. He has mastered maneuvering this tiny space. Clearly, he struggles with the fact that he can no longer walk, but throughout the book he discovers all that he can do to prove that he is living. This is Sacrament. Could it be called Grace?
Life is a gift; nonetheless I must remind myself of this everyday. I find joy in the inspiration that comes from creating. I must remember that I too am a Divine creation.