I had a brief moment yesterday when I snapped out of the autopilot mode I spend most of my life in. There was nothing in particular that triggered it. Nothing I’m aware of anyway. I was just driving down a stretch of road I’ve driven hundreds–probably thousands–of times.
It was as if a grey, translucent film lifted, revealing a brighter, more colorful world around me. I had a vivid awareness of the richly green trees and shrubs lining the freeway, the blue sky overhead, and a sort of harmonious hum that filled the air. Even my skin tingled pleasantly.
My mind flooded with a reminder about the miracle–I guess ‘miracle’ will do–of technology that made such an excursion effortless, and the miracle of life circumstance that allowed me to experience it. I marveled about the knowledge that had to accumulate and the work that had to happen to build the roads I used, the car I drove, the clothes I wore… and so on.
Mostly, I felt grateful to share these things with people who want to spend time with me. It’s the easiest thing to take for granted but the biggest miracle of all.
life in jello 