Extraordinary

Extraordinary: 

the odd thing is that even though my days have become structured in routine, rituals of practice that take me from earliest morning to just before sunset - it all feels so easy and natural, spontaneous, as if there's never been a moment exactly like this before. Which of course is true, and that realization seems to be the difference for me now, how in the midst of an ordinary routine I am struck by the awareness of how everything is simply arising from a fabric of events, one continuous flow, miraculous. It's extraordinary really, more so, that I've somehow taken all of this for granted, my entire life has been a spontaneous arising and never truly noted. 

extraordinary indeed. 

for me, I believe that it's been the deep immersion into routine that has brought this to my attention. In the midst of what seems an ordinary day, miraculous things are happening, events aligned in a perfect way for just this particular moment, and then flows on to whatever's next to magically occur. My yoga practice brings this sharply into focus, everything blended to a posture, breath, tension, and then instantly relaxing into the pose, timeless, the world is still, silent, before once more easing back to motion. It's a brief pause from my perception of reality, and yet I'm never fully recovered from it, my day has an added charm to it now, clearly seeing how mystery is at play and that I'm a participant in an extraordinary world. 

it's all miraculous really. 

even in the midst of an ordinary routine. 

~

Peace, Eric