More than Ordinary

[Notes to Self – VI]

Our lives are ordinary. And mythical.

Like everyone, I grew up somewhere. On a street, with a name, in a place. Ordinary.

As I walked down Baywood Lane to the culvert, on the right, gently hanging off the wood fence, was a honeysuckle vine that turned that old creek bed into a fragrant, enchanted forest. Mythical. Magical.

Our lives are mundane and normal and ordinary. And transcendent, if we pay attention.

The details matter. Your details matter. The transcendent is there. All the inspiration and creative energy is there, in the details—in the transcendence that penetrates your ordinary.

Sometimes it’s not about analyzing, adjusting, pushing, achieving, striving, measuring, and perfecting. Sometimes it’s about stopping. And seeing.

Sometimes it’s about seeing that your life is more than ordinary.