More Real Reality

I have a sense that today is beautiful beyond its visual characteristics. Maybe holy is a better word. Other. More than. Deeper. Richer. Stronger. Sounder.
A heightened awareness that what I have is not my own. That there is more going on than any imagination could ever conjure. That my joy is limited only by my capacity to step into this more substantial reality and live out of this more expansive holiness.
I have a sense that I belong to this day more than it belongs to me. For all the annoying hyper-confident blather so many spout about God and faith and religion, I have a sense that I believe. That the day is not something that happens to my life, but someone with whom I make a life. Maybe holy is a better word.