Now that I’m singing at a church again (Grace Cathedral–love it!), I’ve got another calendar layered over the top of life–the liturgical calendar. In addition to the big, easy to remember holiday seasons like Advent and Lent, there are swaths of time in the calendar that don’t correspond with major feasts or holidays–called Ordinary Time. Although we’re still in the fifty days of Eastertide, the major activities of the church year have slowed to a lull and things seem more ‘regular’ to me.
Ordinary Time proper will begin at the end of May with Pentecost, but for me, it seems to already have come. I’ve finished most of my major concerts for the year; arts groups all over seem to be wrapping up their seasons. School is winding down, and end of the year performances loom on the horizon. I’m actually quite excited and looking forward to the mundanity of a ‘regular’ week or two this month and next, with no special gigs or events.
We have become addicted to the high in our modern American lifestyle. Everyone fills his or her life with more and more events, activities, and devices. We argue about who’s busier, and we proudly complain about how exhausted we are. Even yoga classes are getting faster, hotter, sweatier, and more ‘powerful.’ We’re losing Ordinary Time.
This month, and for the next few once it officially begins, I’m celebrating ordinariness, mundanity, the plateau of a regular life between holidays, peaks, and valleys. While my ego may be unsettled by the lack of accomplishment and stimulation, my Self awareness and heart are ready and happy to be Ordinary.