The ordinary arts we practice
every day at home
are of more importance
to the soul
than their simplicity might suggest.
The ordinary of pouring the ingredients
and mixing them together.
The ordinary of shaping them.
The ordinary of baking the delicacy.
The ordinary of waiting.
The ordinary of having a friend
"Look, Sammy, do you want one later?"
The ordinary of tasting it and say,
"Mom, I loooove it!"
And when you see these
'looking ordinary' cookies,
you may easily pass by the extraordinary.
And the joy when I asked her
as usual before bedtime,
"What are you grateful for today, hun?"
"Mom, I am grateful
that I could bake cookies with you"
That is extraordinary.