Today a wise voice from within said, "Pay attention to mundane moments. That's where the magic happens." I understood the voice intellectually, consciously agreeing with it. But allowing the mundane to be mundane is tough. Generally, we would call that boredom. I feel I spend a great deal of time runnig from this feeling, tryig to escape it. And I think that is natural, too. No great solution presents itself here. Just an awareness of moments that are truly mundane, that seem a little boring, that are pedestrian rather than cosmic. With that awareness, perhaps I can spend less time running.
A related blog post could be on the "levels of anomy" I recently jotted down in a notebook, of which boredom is the first.
