Sometimes the scariest thing in the world is change.
Most of us are creatures of habit and there is certainly some level of comfort that we develop in our routines. Doing things differently or being forced to deal with interruptions or disruptions in our schedule can become frustrating and unsettling.
I wonder, though, if the disruptions and interruptions of life might be the very substance of faith and the foundation of creativity.
What monotony and boredom would ensue if all faded into gray, indistinguishable patterns of repetition?
I’m sure there is a certain beauty in redundancy but what if there were no wrinkles in the plan?
What if the stone dropped in the pond caused no ripples?
What if the blueness of the sky was never broken by a bright white cloud or midnight fractured by the light of the stars?
Perhaps change and transition, interruption and disruption are our opportunities to see differently – to see more – to grow – to imagine – to live beyond the specter of the ordinary in the shadows of the mundane…
I wonder if our patterns and routines – our comfort zones – are no more than comfortably padded manacles tethering us to an average existence somewhere short of truly being…
So… if you run across something odd today, or someone interrupts you while you are working, or when your child gets in the middle of some chore you want to finish, or a friend calls at an inopportune time, give pause… slow down… see… feel… listen… and be grateful… all these make life beautiful…