Ordinary Tuesday is the real life

We save our wonder for the rare day — the trip, the announcement, the sky that looks like a painting. Then we call the rest of the week nothing. That’s how a person starves in a full field.

Tuesday has a sky too. Tuesday has bread, a sink, a chance to be gentle in traffic. The flowers on the slope don’t wait for Sunday. They open because it’s light.

Fall in love with the plain hours. Not as a trick. As the truth. This is most of your life. If you won’t bless it, who will?

Make tea like it matters. Fold the cloth. Step outside for the color over the water. That isn’t small. That’s the whole cloth.