The Well Worn Path

Traveling is nice. Moving beyond one's comfort zone and worldview and discovering the many paths to take, this day, while taking others another day. You have so many options and various trails you can take on your trek through the day. But mine traditionally, however ironically here, has most definitely not been the well worn path. As a kid, I would always, when winding myself throught the woods, leave the road and stumble through the trees and plants and vines and sticker bushes and thistles, climbing over a trunk here, swinging from a vine there. And certainly, this is my modus operandi for making it through the typical day. I like to notice what isn't normally noticed, observe the solitary, ruminate over the arcane. I'd say recently, I've enjoyed noticing the mundane, and how it is connected to the sacred. All the cirularity of life, and the monads in just about everything. I've read the sacred is the center of the circle, which is everywhere, while the circumfrence of the circle is nowhere. This polarity is certainly found to be true, if one takes notice. Things are simultaneously big and small, sacred and profane, tall and short, infinte and concrete, where it's all in how you look at things that brings all this out.