It has been an odd day. Nothing of great note or significance happened, but then it rarely does. Life seems to most often be a series of inconsequential events building up to a whole greater than the parts. At least if we're lucky.

Ans yet, it has been an odd day. For the first time in awhile I really feel aware of things, like I'm connected to that greater whole of nature. It's a connection I wasn't even aware of losing until I felt it again.

And all of this came while I was mowing the lawn and grocery shopping. I wasn't even doing anything unusual for me, but there it was, the feeling of peace and contentment.

I've said before I spend a huge part of my life waiting for things. What I think I have been forgetting is to enjoy that waiting, to revel in everything that happens between great events, and to truly enjoy those events when they occur. It's a mistake I'm sure I will make again when I get caught up in the vagaries of life, but for this moment I feel complete.

I once had a discussion with some friends about what the purpose of life was. I think the final conclusion was that there wasn't one. In a way this is true, and in a way it is not. At least for me, at this moment, living is the purpose. It's a wonderful journey.

I look forward to seeing what is at its end, but even more so I look forward to getting there.

Now, if you've all managed to get through my self-involved babbling, I hope that you will all have a pleasant day, night, or anything in between.

Bye, all, until tomorrow (or whenever I get to the next journal entry--we all know I'm somewhat erratic in making them).