If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
Rainer Maria Rilke
My husband is home today because of the cold. The wind-chill in Portland is reported to be 20 below and his boss decided it was not necessary to spend the day on a roof, exposed to the icy wind. Instead we slept late and are now passing the time in bookshops and warm cafes.
In the bookshop, I discovered a new book by Kathleen Norris, Acedia & me, I would like to spend more time with. She has such a taking style. I remember reading Dakota in eastern Pennsylvania and for months attempting to recreate her easy rhythms. I'm fascinated too, because of the theme, acedia, the "noonday demon" of listless dissatisfation I think so many people fall prey too, especially when our lives strive toward the beautiful and ordered; when they are not defined by an addiction to new experiences.
The whole book reminds me of someone's (I wish I knew who's) advice to build "a monastery of the heart" in which we might lift up all our rituals to Christ who knows that there is worship in laundry as well as liturgy.