There was this moment on Christmas day when the gifts had all been unwrapped and the kids had wandered off into different parts of the house, doing their thing. I had a ham in the oven and had this target time in my head of 2pm for dinner.
I'm standing at the sink, peeling potatoes and I realize I'm hurrying, so much so that I nicked my thumb, and I thought -- what's the hurry? Everyone who would be there for dinner were already there. The roads were horrible and no one was going anywhere. The only reason I was rushing to peel potatoes was to make this arbitrary time I told myself everything had to be ready. I laughed at myself. The laugh was spiritual, and as I slowed down and recentered myself in the moment, so became the rest of my day.
When I step out of the way, things get spiritual.
Peace & Love,
Sugah