Maybe it’s because I’m a person who lives a life deeply embedded in the inner world of the psyche, an extrasensory in perception kind of life (read intuitive). You can say I’m wired for a transmundane life. Transmundane, what a great word!
I just discovered it and had to use it. It means “reaching beyond or existing outside the physical or visible world,” which sums up my path pretty well. So today, when I sat down to write this, my first blog of the year, I think I was looking for some spectacular, life-changing message that would trigger a moment of insight on the road to realness in the world. You know, hit the road running!
All day long in between walking the dog, napping, going to the dentist, making blueberry muffins, answering email coaching texts, I’ve started and discarded at least three or four blog posts. I was trying to find the right topic, the right tone, the right thing to write. It’s late in the afternoon now, and I’m tired, what should I write? Then I considered the mundane, the value of the ordinary.
Doing dishes, cleaning snow off a car, walking the dog, thinking about what to make for dinner. After all, life is built with a series of tiny moments, small choices, one breath at a time. Not everything has to begin with a kick and a pop, and jazz hands. Some things and often the best things in my experience, start with unassuming quiet.
That is a fine place to begin.
