Today
is Tuesday. You know Tuesday has no
distinction as far as I can see. It’s
quite bland. I mean Monday starts the
work week, Wednesday is the mid-week marker. Thursday is on the lip of Friday, the
vigil of the weekend. Saturday and
Sunday are “breathing days” holding potential for relaxation, sacred
celebration or flamboyant fun. But
Tuesday, Tuesday hardly counts at all.
It just hangs there like a placeholder.
I’ve
decided that’s not all bad. As bland as
Tuesday appears, it may actually hold a secret. Having survived the avalanche
of Monday, Tuesday actually provides a presence, a counterpoint, a grounding in
reality, a recommitment to the ordinary without all the drama.
So today join me me in being a Tuesday, just holding space and swelling with gratitude for the opportunity to be grounded in the present, committed to the ordinary. The ordinary poises us on the edge of a wonderfully nondescript landscape, where minuscule "wows" are able to punctuate our present with beauty, delight, goodness and pregnant silence. I think Tuesday is the "womb day" of the week. What a life-giving gift!
Mary Rachel Kuebelbeck, OSB
So today join me me in being a Tuesday, just holding space and swelling with gratitude for the opportunity to be grounded in the present, committed to the ordinary. The ordinary poises us on the edge of a wonderfully nondescript landscape, where minuscule "wows" are able to punctuate our present with beauty, delight, goodness and pregnant silence. I think Tuesday is the "womb day" of the week. What a life-giving gift!
Mary Rachel Kuebelbeck, OSB
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