“My life feels so small,” I said.
“Calling your life small is the trick of the ego. Anything that takes you out of the present moment is a trick of the ego,” came the reply.
It was during a weekly appointment with Bobbie Jo, a life transitions coach, and I sat there, uncomfortable. I didn’t think it was my ego urging me toward more. I knew there was a wildness, deep and infinite and good, inside of me wanting to have a place in the world.
How could I possibly reconcile my wildness and my domesticity? I was dying to know. My homemaking duties seemed to overwhelm me.
But she was right.
And I was right.
I needed to connect with this inner impulse of creativity and calling my life small kept me locked in discontent. So I began to find peace and joy in the “small” moments: a walk on the beach, singing with my two year old, tossing her in the air. These were the things within my reach at the time. After an hour of quiet time with my journal, I could walk into the kitchen and no longer see it as the enemy. Years on, the home, with all its never-ending tasks, could become part of my inner artistry.
Household tasks could become spiritualized. Believe me, there is nothing small in that. Making a home means shaping the future.
Cultivating my inner life brought creative change to my world. Similarly, what we cultivate at our kitchen table, in our home with our families, will determine a new society.