Musing at the Edge
Another Cold Wet Day
A cold wet morning. Cars rush by as people hurry off to their day.
Curious how we refer to what we rush off to as the start of “our” day. Does
it mean that “my” day begins when I venture out? Perhaps, but maybe it
means “my” day begins when I leave my private and personal
responsibilities behind and venture off to new ones. Ones that aren’t
really mine, that actually belong to something or someone else, a job a
boss, etc. Or maybe I am off on an adventure, leaving behind the
mundane for something new and wondrous. Something not experienced
before, something novel and that may fill me with awe. Now that would
be an adventure. Seeing and experiencing something with new eyes,
hearing sounds with new ears, tasting and touching with new senses
and oh, the smells, the aromas, the fragrances of the unexplored.
Imagine what it would be like to enter each day allowing
myself to experience the mundane in this way. Imagine this cold wet