Some days you just anticipate. You wake up expecting some twist to the daily humdrum--any minute now, your life will sparkle with some magical event. You feel like something is about to happen. Any time now. And the day goes on, and as night approaches you still turn toward a slight sound in the doorway, startled by nothing.
Every day I pray that I can accept the fact that today is an ordinary day, and I will go through it with enough grace to do all the ordinary things that I do with extraordinary patience. I would love to be humbled, by weeds in blue light, and stare at empty overgrown plots of land with never the same eyes again.
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