Common occurrences seem to exemplify the bigger pictures in life.

There are little things which pop up from time to time.  It makes me want to say…. Holy Smokes.  Is that thing ever metaphorical, or what?

You know.  Like when someone plucks a fading dandelion from the ground… and proceeds to blow on it.  Then all the little swirly-gigs go floating through the air…. in every which direction.  They float up and away. They go all over the place.  All over.  Some of them travel out of sight, others land on the ground, and some alight on the tips of dogs’ noses.  Who knows.

Those Little-Big Pictures of Life come about any where.  Any time.

When you pass an old, long, stone wall… and there in the very middle… is a little green growth of leaves.  Right in the middle of nowhere.

It stops you in your tracks when you notice the beauty of it.

You say out loud.  “Holy Smokes.  How did that ever grow right there? I wonder why and I wonder how.”

There is no logical answer.  And you really didn’t expect to get one.  But you had to say it out loud regardless.

I wonder how and why.

“The few wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.” – Charles de Lint

“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to” – John Ed Pearce