The first day of 2014, my mom decided she wanted to start the new year off at her home parish of Maria Regina Roman Catholic Church. So at 6am she invites me to attend 7am mass with her. Oh joy. I drive her to church each Sunday, and we share this time of worship every week. We’re both thankful for this time together in this context. On the first day of the new year, I love the ritual of sleeping in. It was not to be. Lovingly and crankily I drive her to church and we arrive by 6:45am. Mom has her favorite place to sit in church. People from all three regular Sunday masses were mixed together at this mid-week liturgy in honor of Mary, the Holy Mother of God, which is celebrated each January 1st in Roman Catholic churches. So mom picks a seat in her regular section and a woman with a less than wonderful singing voice – and no volume control – sits behind us. At first I found her singing annoying, both in tone and volume. This woman was tone death and loud. Then as I listened closer, I heard her heart. Her voice wasn’t beautiful but she was. She sang so purely and lustily from the heart that it was okay if it wasn’t pitch perfect, to put it graciously. I migrated from being annoyed to feeling greatly blessed. Mass with mom and this dear soul singing lustily and loudly from her heart. As I let go of how I thought the new year should begin, I experienced a moment of clarity. This moment was beautiful. Now is all there is. That’s enough. There’s beauty. All the diverse and rich beauty of the rainbow. Blessings to all in the new year. Enjoy the journey.
anthony glenn miller
The sage drifts like a cloud, having no specific place.
Like a newborn babe before it smiles, the sage doesn’t seek to communicate.
In the eyes of those who have more than they need,
the sage has nothing, and is a fool, prizing only that which of the Tao is born.
Chapter 20 – Tao Te Ching
Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and put a new and right spirit within me.