Japan is just one tsunami-wave away from San Francisco. The grand, brutal drama of world events go past largely in the backdrop of our daily lives. We’re too caught up in what are often trivial concerns that loom large in our shortened perspective of the world around us.
Then something happens half a world away. Speeding through the night, a wave washes onshore the next morning – on my shore – slapping boats and harbors, sunk and broken, into the water.
This gets me thinking about how, whether it is luck or divine providence, it is usually not by extraordinary skill that I have made it thus far. Left alone to my own devices, I am afforded the opportunity to stress over my own trivial concerns and extemporize on why I think they are important.
I walk between the raindrops – mindfully oblivious to the dangers all around.
And for that I am grateful.
Image credit: Morgan, courtesy flickr