Wondering

These days I am wondering about how the divine meets the ordinary. During the week, I park my car on a residential street, and walk a few blocks to the school building where I work. On one shoulder I am carrying a bag of books, and on the other shoulder I am carrying my blue lunch bag. As I cross the street into the school, I ask myself : how are the divine and the ordinary meeting here, now in this moment of going to work?

I recently lost my father, and I miss him. I have been thinking so much about the vastness of life and death — I stretch into the light of my imagination. My father had told me that for him doubts came every day, but something more than doubt urged him on. It was an impulse towards hope. There is comfort in hope and in hoping. Today, I’m going to hold on to that. It’s extraordinary.