Spirituality is the deep human longing to experience the transcendent in our ordinary life – it’s the expectation to experience the extraordinary in the ordinary, the miraculous in the mundane, and the sacred camouflaged in the profaneJ. Pittman McGhehee
This past Christmas my wife took our 5 year-old daughter to a local shop and let her pick out a couple of things to gift me.
Aside from upgrading my office decor with some serious swagger – including, but not limited to a heart-shaped painted stone, a porcelain jewlery holder in the shape of a dog and a gel pen with a blue kitty cat figurine resting atop with its tail functioning as the clicker (don’t worry, the feelings of jealousy you’re experiencing are completely normal) – she also bought me a brand new pair of thick, soft novelty socks.
This prompted me to ponder on the utility and value of things and how they can evolve over time.
As a child, socks would often be relegated to one of two piles: 1) the “accidentally misplaced in the garbage” pile or 2) the practical gifts that I’d begrudgingly accept.
As an adult, however, a pair of new socks makes me feel like I’m a descendent of the French monarch living in the Palace of Versailles.
Slipping my feet into a new pair of soft, thick, plush socks feels so indescribably gratifying, like something that is best left for the privacy of my sanctum.
It’s on the same level as the feeling of wrapping yourself in a fluffy new bath towel or a flight attendant handing you a hot towel to freshen up or napping in a hammock on a perfect spring day.
By no means do I think I’m transversing to some higher level of spirituality through these moments, but I’ll be damned if it’s not a moment of experiencing the extraordinary in the ordinary.
And the more mindful I am, the more I find these moments are available to me.
Part of the process of Being – of finding fulfillment – is realizing these moments exist in the mundanity of life.
We need only pay attention to find them.