“I have come to believe that true mystics of the quotidian
are not those who contemplate holiness in isolation,
reaching godlike illumination in serene silence,
but those who manage
to find God
in a life filled with noise,
the demands of other people
and relentless daily duties that can consume self…
If they are wise
they treasure
the rare moments of solitude and silence that come their way,
and use them
not to escape,
not to distract
themselves with television and the like.
Instead they listen
for a sign of God’s presence…”
~Norris, “The Quotidian Mysteries, Laundry, Liturgy, and Women’s Work”
In the silence, I am listening, Lord.
Not escaping. Not distracting.
Say it again: not escaping, not distracting.
Letting the daily, deafening noise,
“a life filled with noise“,
framed by thin moments of silence,
tune me to You.
I am listening
for You…..
Daily.
A mystic of the quotidian.
Lord, in my quotidian liturgy of cleaning…and mothering…and being… let a hallowed silence seep into this cracked, parched life of noise….quenching me with the water of You. In the Daily, let me find the Divine.
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(“Where I come from” — We testify. We read. We gather together, taking hands, and praise. We give You glory!
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