There is nothing ordinary about a blade of grass

Being used to constant stimulation, needing constant food for the mind, peace is missing.

Sometimes I see just what is. When not trying to get somewhere, to achieve, then the present, the simple, the mundane is as fascinating, as holy as the great event.

Accepting that it might not be an interesting experience to share with others. That it is so simple, that there is nothing to tell. Yet, it is not boredom. It is simply being here, now, being present, without labeling, without personalizing. A dot is boundless. A blade of grass.

Have an Extra ordinary day.