Friday, October 16, 2015


"A normal day! Holding it in my hand this one last moment, I have come to see it as more than an ordinary rock. It is a gem, a jewel. In time of war, in peril of death, people have dug their hands and faces into the earth and remembered this.  In time of sickness and pain, people have buried their faces in pillows and wept for this. In time of loneliness and separation, people have stretched themselves taut and waited for this. In time of hunger, homelessness and want, people have raised bony hands to the skies and stayed alive for this....

A normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, savor you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it will not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hand to the sky, and want more than all the world your return. And then I will know what I am guessing: that you are, indeed, a common rock and not a jewel, but that a common rock made of the very mass substance of the earth in all its strength and plenty puts a gem to shame.

The day is over, and now I will sleep."

- Mary Jean Irion


  1. Mary Jean Irion, her writing makes a plain and mundane day special!

  2. Yes, I am getting of aware of unordinary moment of an ordinary day.

  3. gosh that excerpt is incredible. what a way to think about the every day