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

The ground under you belongs to whatever is holy just as much as anything above you does. People tend to file the good somewhere else: higher, later, elsewhere, afterward. That habit quietly turns ordinary hours into a waiting room. What is under your feet is the part you can actually touch.

Pick one plain thing today and give it your whole attention: the walk to the car, the light in the kitchen, the first cold water. Notice if you are postponing your life until a better version of it shows up. Treat the ordinary hour in front of you as the real one.