Last summer we found a large green caterpillar and after a few days of feeding him oak leaves and observing him, he spun a cacoon. He stayed in his jar through autumn and winter. Two weeks ago he emerged, a beautiful polyphemus moth. An ordinary occurance, that was so extraordinary to watch.
This past year has been one of the hardest of my life. Still finding myself a little stunned, I have been unable to talk about it much, let alone update my blog. The range of assumptions that have been made about me and what has been going on in my life has hurt me. The wrong assumptions made without information, and worse: the judgmental assumptions made with information.
I am called the muse of ordinary life. More than a few people suggested over this past year that perhaps during this hard time I was experiencing what it would be like to be faithful in the ordinary.
ordinary:
adj 1: not exceptional in any way especially in quality or ability or size or degree; "ordinary everyday objects"; "ordinary decency"; "an ordinary day"; "an ordinary wine" [ant: extraordinary] 2: lacking special distinction, rank, or status; commonly encountered; "average people"; "the ordinary (or common) man in the street" [syn: average]
There was nothing ordinary about this past year. It was extraordinary and a time of mourning for and longing for the ordinary. A lesson in how selfish I am. A lesson in how much I take for granted. So, for now I delight in the extraordinary that I find in the everyday ordinary. So I am back, and my musings over ordinary life continues.
