No one suspects the days to be gods.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
When I first heard this quote, in my mind I registered gods in the possessive, as in, god’s. “No one suspects the days to belong to God.” And that seemed true to me. Our day belongs to God in the same way that time or eternity belongs to God.
On the other hand, if it is read as it is written, the days are personified, in a sense, as gods. And this seems true to me as well.
When we wake in the morning and open our eyes, light comes suddenly to a dark world, and a miracle of color, light and shadow, form and shape, design and order, is spread out before us.
If we greet the day as we might a god, our time throughout it will be holy; a new perspective perhaps, but one that we deserve.
In India, there are thousands of temples to Lord Shiva, god of dance. People celebrate Shiva by placing bowls of fruit and flowers on his altar, lighting incense, beating drums and dancing in a sensual circle of joy. Why not celebrate the new day, a new god, with the same respect, gratitude and joy? Why not greet your days as gods, deserving of your highest worship?