One day at a time.

One day at a time.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

To-Do Ta Da!

Think you finished your to-do list?  Smiling with pride and then you hear *ding* a new text or email appears.  Looking over the clean house and wake to find new dust in a corner?

You're not alone.

There's always more to do.  I can promise that you would never sleep if you tried to complete everything on your to-do lists or potential to-do lists.  Seriously, think about it.  The crack in the wall that needs patching, the phone call to return, the bill to pay.  Okay, don't stop breathing!  And keep reading...

The good news is that there's always more to do.

Confused?

I recently went to a conference where a preacher said: ministry is impossible.  Start there.  I'd like to amend it.  Life is impossible.  Start there.

There are always bits and pieces left undone.  So perhaps rather than collapsing in front of the TV at the end of the day exhausted that so much is left to do, maybe we can find a way to take in all that is done.  We can bless what we've chosen to do--knowing so much more is left undone.  We are just rambling to get through, but choosing the people and things we believe have meaning.  Even the grocery store, when it provides food for the family you love, might have some sacred mingled between the pretzels and Pringles.

If you are trying to finish it all, I recommend saying the following: there is ALWAYS more to do.  That's the good news because you needn't be a victim to the list, the inbox or the agenda.

Perhaps are to-do lists could become holy--those things we chose among all the many we could do--hopefully because they take us along the path to the people we are called to serve and love.

Blessed be-- even the laundry and conference calls.  Blessed be.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Yes, Deer

Back to blogging and back to church!

And back to daily walks with my dogs.  Today, I was walking through the woods with my two dogs and a friend's two dogs that I am watching.  Everyone was running around like mad, but mostly staying to the trail.  I was going over to-do lists and checking messages on my i-phone.  I am not sure Thoreau would approve.

Then, the dogs came to attention.  Silence fell upon the forest and for a moment even the cicadas seemed satisfy to rest.  The dogs turned their head with a smooth movement to look at a single fawn dashing through the woods.  She whooshed by me.  Then she was gone.  Noise returned, the buzz of bugs, the bark of dogs and the bristle of the grasses in wind.  Just like that nature interjected her own noise with beauty and a bit of harmony.

A few weeks ago, I was watching a movie on a plane trip.  "Thank You, More Please" follows the lives of several twenty somethings struggling to make it in New York.  It's a decent movie, but what caught my attention was the practice of one of the central characters who when granted a moment of grace or beauty simply replies with the mantra "thank you, more please."

So, I tried it out.  The deer bounded and in the brief moment between absolute peace and the return of noise, I simply said "thank you, more please." It's not a "ooh goody, give me more" mantra but more akin to "thank you universe, I welcome what's next."

Maybe you have a gratitude mantra of your own that opens your heart in the presence of a gift.  Try it out.  You might just put down the to-do list and i-phone.  Thoreau would be proud.