...those of you who are former Catholic school girls will remember that "Ordinary Time" is time of year following Epiphany and Pentecost. Rather than meaning common or mundane the term comes from the word "ordinal" which simply means counted time.
The rest of us probably remember it as an Oprah book club choice back in the late '90's and a LMN movie thereafter. It was an enjoyable book but for me the movie did not live up to it's full potential. Such as it is with books and movies for me.
Ordinary time for me is just that...ordinary. And although it does not celebrate a certain ''feast' or 'event' it is a day to cherish and rejoice. Today I sang a song of ordinary time.
With no constraints against me for my time or energy I awoke to a beautiful sunny day. After a great nights rest and no alarm clock grouchily waking me up, I savoured my cup off coffee. With no where to go, nothing to do I simply went about my day. Dishes, laundry, making the bed...none of these things feeling like chores today. Nothing pulling at me to be done or finished I made my way outside and took a little nap in the sunshine.
I pulled some weeds, finished planting my seeds, transplanted a few things that needed bigger pots, re-arranged the old pots to see what or if I needed to replace. I spray painted some odds and ends, for a later post. I thought about sweeping the porch, but didn't. I thought about raking the dying moss in the yard, but didn't. I thought about walking the dog, but
No dinner plans except to throw a few things together as hubby put some Halibut on the grill.
No misery, no mayhem, no complications. An ordinary day that would pass others by without an second glance, or be put down as 'boring.' Not to me...I rejoice in the ordinary days. They are a rare gift in my life and I love when they come around...my heart sings a song of ordinary days.
Is your heart singing today?