Life doesn’t divide itself into meaningful and meaningless parts—we do.
We draw imaginary boundaries.
We decide that the meditation cushion is sacred, but the line in the supermarket is not;
that a spiritual breakthrough is profound, while washing the dishes is just a tedious task.
But the deeper truth is this: the whole of life is sacred. Especially the parts we reject, avoid, or feel ashamed of.
The forgotten corners of our days, the errands, the quiet moments, the small everyday gestures, the fleeting moments we so easily overlook—here, love quietly and gently shines.
Notice it. Grace is everywhere.
— Jeff Foster
Sunny's Journal 