How many times have you done the things you do every day? And so when do you fall through your own self and your thoughts and then arrive at a place of revelation, fresh understanding? Do those moments surprise you when they happen? Or do you plan for them, hide in the weeds in ambush as they come on down the road? And what does revelation wear when it passes you by?
So here we are in deepest Ohio -- my mind's eye turning back to the rug shop in Marrakech -- that place and space and time, suspended, beautifully patterned -- embroidered, now embellished.