A bit of a minor crisis on the media front actually forced me to pay attention to the fact that I have a blog (Hello, blog! Long time, no see). The service provider that actually hosts the images I use on my blog has become a tad less reliable than they had been in the past – in fact in a rather alarming way. So I am going to be migrating the images over, one by one, to my paid server space. This is a bit of a job, so please have patience with the broken image links while I get things redirected.
While I am here, I guess I might as well try to actually SAY something. Since it’s pretty much starting over again, there’s a certain freedom in that, I suppose, but I think the overall theme is going to say the same as it was.
And it was… What?
The everyday is a pretty profound place, filled with wonder and majesty, if you walk through it with mindfulness. There’s no need to look at the grand epic of history or the immense sweep of the stars to find it. It’s all here – in something as simple as walking to the mailbox and watching the hiss and steam of rain on the warm pavement and smelling the must of wet earth and hearing the white noise of a hundred random raindrops on the metal of a car hood.
I try to find it – the wonder – and the hysterical irony – of the everyday. And I hope you’ll stick around to read about it.