I lay back in my chaise chair listening to "Dearest Lord" by the Beggar Folk. Soaring harmonies. Lofty. My body tingled with holiness.
I came back to reality. I was wearing my pajamas. A fleece top I used to wear in public has become so stained that now I only wear it as pajamas. All around me, clutter.
On one hand, it's nice that I can soar to lofty spirituality amidst the mess. On the other hand, I have long wanted to make my house more of a spiritual haven.
I guess I just have to accept my finiteness. I aspire to many more things than I have time for. For the most part, I think I might the right choices about how to spend my time. I think I can be at peace with what I do and don't do.