When I was small my Mom used to take me to the sandbox in a nearby Bronx Park. I loved the sandbox. So much fun and things to do and other kids with whom to do them. The “sandbox” time reminded me that everything was new and interesting, worth exploring. Then I got older and lost that simple sense of awe in everyday life. I took things for granted. Less awe. The sandbox would always be there as would the tree or the flower…until they weren’t. Recovery and the spiritual path can be like that, awesome at first, discovering new things and people. Then we “grow up.” We get too busy. We take things a bit for granted, like recovery and a spiritual journey grown tepid, lukewarm, and then…not there. Who left?
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Powerful examples and I don't want that sense of loss. I'm thankful I get to start my day with your blog and then onto some reading & meditation. I don't take your blog for granted, and thanks for always being there. 💖
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