“This is the difference between being a tourist and a pilgrim. A tourist has new experiences, but remains the same person. A pilgrim experiences new places and is transformed by them.”

I’m still exploring The Soul of a Pilgrim by Christine Valters Paintner and enjoying every bit, every page, every piece of the journey. According to Paintner in “Invite Wonder,” every day can be a pilgrimage.

What if scrubbing the dishes became an act of single reverence for the gift of being washed clean, and what if the rhythmic percussion of chopping carrots became the drumbeat of your dance?

What if you stepped into the shower each morning only to be baptized anew and sent forth to serve the grocery bagger, the bank teller, and the bus driver through simple kindness?

And what if the things that make your heart dizzy with delight were no longer stuffed into the basement of your being and allowed out to play in the lush and green fields?

There are two ways to live in this world:

As if everything were enchanted or nothing at all.