An ordinary life examined closely reveals itself
to be exquisite and complicated and
exceptional, somehow managing to
be both heroic and plain.
On Monday, my orthopedic surgeon released me from restricted activity. Replacing my hip joints with functioning metal has proven a great pain reliever. Metal is oblivious to the end-stage osteoarthritis that surrounds it.
It is rare I recognize the exceptional when I am immersed in it. For me, that is the stuff of reflection–a later look–like today’s post.
On Wednesday, a day in which there was no post, I drove to St. Mark’s Wildlife Refuge for the first time in almost three years. That it was my first solo trip only later occurred to me.
The Refuge remains extraordinary in its ordinariness. It is not without marks of our presence, attempts to preserve what we would otherwise so willingly trample. I was not the only visitor…
View original post 183 more words