a something here

Yesterday I listened to someone say, “Perform all actions as worship.” I wrote it down. Knowing me, there’s nothing connected to any religion in any of those words. It’s more the idea….the aura of each thing sacred. A bit like the author Michael Connelly’s character Harry Bosch, who’s primary stance, for his job as police detective and through his life, is that “Everybody counts or nobody counts.” Which, in this early, short-sleep, yearning Monday mind, swings back there to “all actions.” Perform cooking a cheese omelette as sacred. The dishes. Each morning’s walk. Allowing a pedestrian to cross the street first. Sending a card. Putting gas in the car. These acts as worship.

Last week I came across the word ‘unremitting.’ Yesterday it was ‘doggedness.’ A few weeks ago I talked, here in the Blog, about turning the radio dial up all the way – and living there. So, hey Monday!, I’m wondering about the chance I get simply by waking up again to perfom all actions of this February day as worship. Opening the blinds to allow the light in. Scooping yogurt into a very small white porcelain bowl. Sitting in a church hall with a bunch of fellow meditators, and really being there. Like Shrek – “Really really.” All of it as worship, to bring the best I’ve got into this day. Like that star a zillion galaxies away – barely visible, and yet, a something there.

“Perform all actions as worship.”