You wanna transform the day into something magical? Just open your ears, eyes, and heart . . . soak it in!
by Daniel D. Maurer
*Note: Full-bore, voluminous, gushes-of-gratitude go to Mark Goodson, whose website title "The Miracle of the Mundane" inspired this week's edition on Transformation is Real.
Recently, I spoke at an event in Yankton, South Dakota. It was a conference for mental wellness, and the origins of those attending mostly were from inside the State of South Dakota, the majority of them from the eastern-half of the state.
I was the only one attending from Minnesota.
I was only one of two who came from out-of-state to contribute to the symposium's activities. I even got a special badge with a little unique ribbon on it. Although, when the folks made the badge, they had erroneously listed my hometown as "Saint Paul, SD."
I didn't even know that South Dakota had annexed St. Paul, Minnesota.
The event was great. I spoke about the power of transformation in people's lives and sold plenty of signed copies of my two published books.
But that's not what this blog post is about.
This one's about the only life we have.
And it's a mundane one.
The second definition of mundane is the one that intrigues me—precisely because it is "of this earth."
It's interesting that the first definition of mundane is the leading one. Which prompts me to ask the question: how on earth did a word which has its latin etymological roots as "the world" (latin: mundānus) become something . . .
Yesterday, after my presentation, I took a drive west from Yankton along the Missouri River and took a bunch of simple, everyday, interesting photos. I also took two little videos. They're extremely amateurish and lame. (Although the second one, which is at the end of the video, is of a little gopher that I fed a french fry—something I know is morally wrong, but of which I feel absolutely no shame, because the slow-motion video is SOOOO cool.)
Today, I strung the videos and the photos together and added a little soundtrack from Fatboy Slim, an artist I continue to appreciate. (And to whom I have asked zero permission to add his music to my video, a point I hope he (and his lawyers) will simply overlook out of the goodness of their hearts.)
You know what I discovered about all of these "mundane" things?
They're not boring at all.
It's odd, too, that while on my little excursion into small-town America, the majority of people either seemed to be indoors or at the town bars.
That makes me sad.
It's not because I somehow judge them. Not at all.
After I got sober, I realized just how exciting real, everyday, quotidian, ordinary . . . mundane life can really be.
Because, after I embraced recovery, I made a decision that I wanted to live life—no matter how humdrum that life may seem.
Because, folks, it's the only one we ever get. Right here. Right now.
Check out my amateurish video below. It's only a couple minutes long. I hope you can see that there was nothing really special about any of the videos or photos I took (or even the music I added to the soundtrack).
What's special—and miraculous—is that I could experience them at all.
So can you! Life—right now, right where you are—is a miraculous (and mundane) gift!
Our lives are a gift, plain and simple.
(I do have to say that the gopher video IS pretty amazing, though.) ENJOY!
About the Author
Daniel D. Maurer is the grand wazoo keeper-of-this-blog. He's got a couple of books out already. Here's one. Here's another. He's writing two more this year, and will soon be writing on a couple of new freelance projects. He lives in Saint Paul, Minnesota with his family and is owned by one dog and two cats. Did I mention he writes? A lot?
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