Sunday, February 14, 2010

The assumed lost survive...


There is something odd about having your life completely disrupted. To be denied the usual routines - the things about the day that demarcate periods that can be absorbed and understood - the things that provide stability and comfort between the stresses of the day - our own personal punctuation marks of life - our way of building some sense of control of the world... to be utterly denied these things for too long forces reevaluation of what's really important in life, of who you are and why you exist but more importantly, of what gives meaning to your life. (bigger versions)

It is so easy to fall into a routine and become comfortable with it, but after a while it stops becoming fulfilling in the same way it once was... things become a bit less vibrant, every idea seems old, that excitement of merely being alive and having an endless world full of mystery and wonder and new experiences slowly goes away...

But when you are denied the constructs placed between you and the world for long enough you begin to see things a bit differently.

With back to back blizzards here that took out a huge number of trees and denied power and mobility to so many, I found it a pleasant surprise that deep in the woods these dried leaves still clinging to a small tree survived unscathed. So many things I want to forget about this winter, but survival of those cast away and assumed to be lost is worth remembering...