The ordinary is where the magic resides

I am in the industry of Spirituality. I teach yoga. I sell spiritual bling, I offer programs to help people find their Self, I can chant ancient Sanskrit and talk kale + poop for days. As a Priestess of Avalon, I chart the moon, I armour up with crystals, I drop mercury retrograde into conversation without blinking. I talk about your highest Self, manifesting and your ‘truth’ like a scientist talks research, cells and grants.

Sacred…

I know it.

I’ve sat in meditation for hours or what seems like hours. I done copious amounts of yoga and had REVELATIONS. I pray, offer blessings and intentions. I spend time in Nature, in solitude. Me and the sacred, we be tight.

 

However the continual search for the sacred can be exhausting. I mean, how spiritual do we need to be to enjoy life? What’s even more exhausting is our constant need to prove this in our online world. It’s becoming tedious with the same continual posts of yoga poses, essential oils, inspirational quotes and our #soblessed depicting our connection to the sacred, like we are part of a secret club and showcasing it on instagram is our VIP ticket.

The sacred however does not need accolades or photos or mentions or likes. The sacred needs the mundane.

In case you didn’t know, we don’t always need to be extraordinary nor do extraordinary things all the friggin time.

We need to grace in the simple and yet tedious acts of doing laundry, picking up dog shit( how to puppies manage to poop so much?) By way of cleaning the fridge and the bathroom is the opportunity to treasure up the moments that invite contemplation, which is the doorway to the sacred.

The simple ordinary acts of the house-holder create pathways for the sacred to arrive and alight its presence.

The problem is, we miss it. We are caught up in demonstrating our sacredness and our gratitude for life instead of just of being. We are so fixated about our next shot, our next tweet, our next update that will remind our peeps how connected we are. I speak from experience; there were many times my brain spoke to me in 140 characters or less and more often in what filter would look best for the ‘shot’.

I will admit, I don’t post much anymore. Its hard to find motivation over offering up another unique angle on a yoga pose; I felt like my soul within each time I posted was drifting further out to sea while I built up my online presence.

I tuned out and tuned in. I de-cluttered closets. I got into those deep dark corners of the kitchen cabinets and de-cheerioed the joint. I cleaned places the cleaner never would. I listened to music, drifted my gaze outside and let the thoughts come and go. I walked for the sake of walking with no destination, no goal, just move legs and arms and walk.

 

I paused. I didn’t hit send. I didn’t like. I just sat in the spirit of the ordinary until I could hear the tiny song of the soul call out to me again. And she did, sweetly in remembrance as these simple and yet non-sacred activities are exactly what the soul is calling out for.

“We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it is all about.” Joseph Campbell

To do, for the sake of doing is to remember the great connection you have with life, the absurdity of it, the joy of it, the shit of it, the beauty that resides within all aspects of it.

The being alive of it.

The ordinary is where magic is given an opportunity to build potency. The ordinary isn’t worried about are we doing it ‘right’ or in line with our deepest truth. It frankly doesn’t give a fuck. And that my friends, is the beauty of the mundane and the key to hearing the song of the soul again.