Cam's smile and Zach's curls can light up your world!
Children seem to know instinctively how to be really happy, how to enjoy reality. Once we're adults, we search for Reality the rest of our lives.
Speaking about "real,"nothing makes my husband laugh more, with real delight, than when I say something like "I really love my new Smart Balance sneakers!"
He chortles and says "Hon, Smart Balance is margarine; you have New Balance sneakers."
Which brings us to margarine. There is nothing remotely real about margarine. It was invented during World War II because people were saving meat fats and butter fats to give to the munitions world. I served my family margarine for YEARS, because it was supposed to be - ta da - Better than Butter. Now the Nutrition Police are telling us that Butter is Better. So now I serve butter. Which tastes so much better - realer. Red Meat is out of the Dog House, too - and I know lots of people who prefer Real Red Meat to a Boca Burger any day.
Just like Real Christmas trees. How many people trudge into the cold winter woods every year to chop down their own Real Tree, to enjoy the real smell, the real feel of branches, the real dried needles on their rugs?
We like Real People too. The John Waynes, Jimmy Stewarts, and Tom Hanks' of the acting world impress us as being no more or less than they really are - the man next door - when they inhabit a movie.
We want reality in our lives. Real Love. Real Honesty. Real Joy. Is it any wonder then that Evelyn Underhill, a married woman and spiritual writer, refers to God as Reality? And where is God? In our everyday lives, if we only look with a heightened consciousness, a purity of intention, from the depths of disciplined inner awareness. Then we discover there is universal truth and wonder and supernatural meaning in every detail of our ordinary lives. Gerard Manley Hopkins says "The world is charged with the grandeur of God!"