Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace. ~ Frederick Buechner
There have been moments that I can readily point to and say things like: That was that day that I… It was in that moment that I knew… For the first time, I understood what it meant to feel… We all have defining moments, where, whether due to choice or to chance, something happened or was said or heard or seen, that has marked us with indelible ink like a tattoo.
But there are millions of unremarkable moments where the waters make a slow, steady rise, eroding the shoreline and leaving debris that we can’t account for. There are countless moments lost to weariness or want or worry where we completely forget about touching and tasting.
I’m realizing that I’m in a constant process of making miniscule choices. They don’t feel like choices because they’ve become as reflexive as blinking or breathing. This is how I react to fear. This is how I react to pain. This is how I react to grace. If I stay stuck in the this is just how I am, then, yes it is.
Or I can choose to taste and touch and smell my way to the holy and hidden heart of it by inhabiting my life, eyes open, listening. Plato wrote: An unexamined life is not worth living. Listening to my life is a lesson that I’m learning because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
In each moment I can choose to revel or rebel. I can risk or run. I can choose grace or guilt. With each choice, I’m determining the key and the tone of my life. Stringing together like a score that builds to a crescendo of gloom or glory, every moment is another note in the symphony I write by how I choose to live.