It's all about the everyday. The ordinary. The routine..the repetition...the rhythm and rhyme. The gifts we offer-up both to ourselves..and to others.
We brush our teeth. We make our beds. We wash our floors and sweep our front porches.
It never looks like much. In truth - each and every one is really very little. But - when put together - these seeming small and random acts begin to tell our stories.
One day..and then another...and then one more after that.
And then - without our knowing - we find ourselves right there where we once were. Sitting in that same old familiar chair. Not the same old selves we once were. Through the ritual of daily habit - we find ourselves different. Transformed.