What a waste of a day when I haven’t been dazzled at least a dozen times. True, there are those days when the soft touch of the carpet fails to excite the bottom of my feet. There are also the mornings when my ears barely react to the chirping of birds on the other side of my bedroom shade.
I am so grateful that there are many other days when the cold granite in the bathroom leaps at my touch and grips me in the memory of its ancient excitement at being on fire. Water rushes against me from a shower head and in an instant pelts me with the tale of a lifetime adventure involving now-dead stars and treks across limitless fabric of space and time.
I walk through my garden, and step into a small part of the world teeming with life. Plants strain to reach the energy of the sun, roots pull water from the ground, the soil vibrates with the silent movement of millions of small organisms. Subtle changes in the posture of plants discretely reveal themselves, new blooms shout their presence, fish drift about searching for something to eat. Everyone is prepared to engage me, to absorb me, to fill me with wonder.
And so it goes through many days. It would seem that I would be exhausted from all the excitement and interaction. Instead, I am energized by a day that has connected me to the whole cosmos, immersed me in a space where time does not matter. I have the joy of being joined with the seemingly endless energy of all things.
By the end of the day, I am tired but I also am filled with a peace that rises through all things to meet me. I want to do it again, and again, and again. With every step, with every glance of my eyes, with every movement of my hands, I want to feel the joy that comes from unending chances to be dazzled.