I spotted my copy of The Seven Story Mountain, the 1948 autobiography of Thomas Merton on my bookshelf this morning while on the studio floor stretching. I opened the book to the phrase the savor of divine things.
the savor of my back pressed firmly to the studio floor
the savor of a full breath and my vocal body
the savor of the soft morning light and a new day
What divine things are asking me to savor them?
A dream asks me, you are in it everyday, why are you seeking outside what is seeking you in every moment of every day?
With this question comes a barrage of remembrance. Memories of being dissatisfied, finding something new to replace it, only to be dissatisfied once again.
One example comes from my experience in nursing in the 1980s:
I went to nursing school so that I could become a nurse midwife. After receiving my license to practice and gaining some nursing experience in obstetrics I looked into midwifery training but the program and training was untenable for a single mom of three. I gave up on the idea and continued to work in high-risk obstetrics, and then, antepartum care. The culture and hierarchy of hospitals started to wear me down. After a year or two I was ready to move on. Transferring to another hospital setting meant that, at least in the beginning, things would feel fresh. Rinse and repeat.
Looking back I realize that I would have been happier if I had followed my dream’s counsel:
Look to what is seeking you! Spend time with me, you are in it everyday, why not nurture yourself and those you care for by deepening what you understand about the soul of nursing.
My dreams and practice of ‘The Art of Playing in the Everyday’ is helping me to see that…
Who I am becoming, my happiness, my life, what I am creating, depend on something simple
my relationship with what I am in everyday
There is no need to look elsewhere. It is all available and comes in a variety of colors, textures, and styles.
How can I find the soul in what I experience everyday?
Every so often I make an attempt to journal everything that happens in my day. What I see, who I interact with, shapes, textures, colors, scents. Savor each moment of my life. My entire body tires as I write because, lets face it, there is a lot that happens in the everyday. From the many pages that fill in my journal I am able to easily select moments where, if I desire, I can explore the soulfulness of those moments.
What moments would you select to enjoy the savor of divine things? Try selecting a few savory moments of divinity, of soulfulness in the everyday.
I would love to hear from you in the comments. What are a few moments in your everyday that call you to a soulful relationship with that thing, person, or event?