Driving in the presence of the holy
Driving, I was trying to get a sense of being in the presence of the always present holy, but the greyness of the day was the overarching thing for me. My attitude seemed grey, too. I saw some beautiful yellow trees, and some beauty in some one other thing (don’t remember what, just now), and those were a reminder of holiness.
It may be that I am expecting too much—I am expecting to fly or feel at home or something, and I just feel normal. Well, normal is holy too. I do not have to be ecstatic to live a particular day. I can find the holy in the meetings of the day—had a good one with my barber, about nothing of much significance, so that too was holy, sacred.
:- Doug.
