How often do we settle on living a life of “eh”? Just getting by. Getting through the day at work. Crossing off items from the to do list, clawing our way toward _________________. (You fill in the blank.)
Sometimes, the days we enter hold promise. A vacation on the horizon. A visit from a friend. A blessed day of dropping both kids off at school and shopping unencumbered, running errands without “the attachments”. (I LOVE my boys, but let’s be real, shopping without young children is typically much more efficient and enjoyable!).
Other days, we wake up with dread, fearing the reality that lies in wait. The looming assignment. The doctor’s appointment. The phone call that’s been postponed. The dust covered surfaces waiting for a shine.
We have been placed on this Earth for more. Placed here to create ART. Not necessarily Picasso-worthy pieces or Monet brushstrokes. But art, nonetheless. And how often I settle for less, not more.
“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory, and Other Addresses
Maybe Earth Day can be a call to living fully in the here and now, messy and imperfect as it can be. Seeking out the beauty and the grace that surrounds us. Documenting it. Pointing it out. Taking notice. Preserving it. Seeing the art that has already been laid before us.
It takes effort. It requires overcoming the “eh” that threatens to hold us firmly to the couch. The “eh” that says, “basking in reality tv is better that being out in reality, touching, tasting and experiencing life.” The “eh” that placates, assuring that we have worked too much and deserve disengaging with the life and community that pulses around us.
So push off the “eh”, embrace the ART and get out. Don’t settle for the mud pies in the slum, keep searching for the holiday at the sea.