pondering

could it be that doing insignificant things over and over again becomes significant?

brushing my teeth doesn't seem that exciting, but i have a healthy (relatively!) smile and all of my teeth because of it. this is more than can be said for many nations where simple hygiene is not practiced. . .

and making a 1000 mile trips seems down right mundane when you are on mile marker 263 or 874. . .but all of the miles add up to the appointed destination of success! or journey complete.

the truth is i'm at that hard place where what i do today does not seem "significant" - doesn't overwhelm me with the adventure i dream of or the point to the gratification of my spirit and soul. . .

but it must have purpose. every little step, every detour, every moment of the mundane adds up to something greater that i must hold on for.

for there are thousands upon thousands of prayers that are prayed,

and there is one prayer that tips the bowl.

port picture

what draws your eye? what calls to you? what makes you think or laugh or wonder? this picture, taken on a stroll while in port has captured my attention for weeks now. the colors of the snake-like coils float in the water. without a keeper, they extend their reach as if to embrace. . . or maybe to mark territory. i can almost feel the texture as my eye moves from bump to bump to glorious orange bump. i can't even explain the fascination, but simply enjoy the whimsy and the wonder of the floating markers.