My feet are freezing. They are freezing every morning. I forget to put on socks, and I can’t find my bunny slippers. In a one-hundred year old house with an open crawl space and sparse insulation beneath the floor, feet are bound to be cold.
I am reminded, today, that no matter election outcomes or natural disasters, life is daily.
Today, many people are still living with the very real effects of Hurricane Sandy – no electricity, no water, no heat – just as another nor’easter bears down on them. For these folks, today’s daily is very, very hard.
Others live in the celebration of their “victory” – their President re-elected, their Senate turned blue, marriage equality extended – I am one of these who celebrate.
For others, this is a day of grief, a day to be sad and maybe fearful. It is not the worst day in history – I feel certain that with clearer heads we can all agree that perhaps the Holocaust or the Rwandan genocide had worse days – but it is a hard day, truly.
It is easy for me to be swept up in the rush of the moment, to think that this few hours is the most important ever, to forget that tomorrow will be a new few hours with new important moments. But then, I wake up, and my feet are cold, and I am back to the daily again.
There is grace in this. For each day, each person needs to eat, needs to rest, needs to be. No matter our politics, our location, our agenda. We are each creatures of the daily. We can find our blessing in the smallest things if we will look. A child’s small hand. A puppy’s rough tongue. One thousand words on the page. The voice of someone we know.
So today, I pray that we may tuck ourselves into that dailiness and find our grace there – in the simple breaking of bread, in the hug of a friend, in the peace of writing. In the daily. In cold feet on old, wooden floors.
What smallest grace are you resting in today?
The Red Cross still needs donations to help the people of the north east. After this next storm, they may need more help than ever. If you can give money, please do. If you can give blood, please donate. We can find our grace in a hand extended, too.