Behind most versions of "spirituality" is a flight from the Ordinary.
Do I live from one High Feast to the next, fleeing from the Ordinary in between? From one appointment to the next, fleeing from dis-appointment?
Disappointment is also revelation: a chance to return to the glowing
heart of the commonplace, where I am always "in the beginning" with the Creator. All that is fresh rises from the ashes of disappointment, motherground
of the commonplace. The Ordinary is the womb of creation.