I’ve become very aware of how every object I handle has been made by people. People with lives and sorrows. People who have worked in designing my computer, laboured in the sunshine building my house, laughed as they assembled this train i’m riding in, picking the hops that went into my beer. And all of that is sacred and magical - not to be dismissed as mara or mere earthly stuff. There’s a wonderful Browning quote that glows true:
earth’s crammed with heaven
and every common bush afire with god
but only he who sees
takes off his shoes
-- Alistair Appleton -- Do Buddhists Watch Telly?