What Lies Beneath Your Feet

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

The ground holds as much as the sky does. A blade of grass, the cold sand between your toes, the solid wood of a dock at dawn, the particular ache in your knees when you kneel: these are not lesser things. Thoreau reminds us that transcendence is not only up. It lives in what we stand on, what we touch, what we return to. This morning, notice what supports you before you look anywhere else.