"Boredom is the self being stuffed with itself." -Walker Percy

I have been very stuffed with self lately...replete of very me lately, to reference T.E. Brown. I get so caught up in myself that I forget to look beyond my own nose. Last week I was fed up, so I retreated - took a mini mental vacation. I packed up some books, a peanut butter sandwich, some plums and a blanket, and I just got in the car and drove. I intended to go to the park and study but instead ended up at NOMA staring open-mouthed at an incredible exhibit of Ansel Adams' photography. The exhibit spanned his life work, but the main focus was on his scenic work in the West. All those rocks, all those craggy mountains, all that open space - my repletion of me slapped me in the face, and all I could do was sit there and reflect on the bigness of the world and the smallness of me. What a relief and refreshing realization that I am not the center of the universe. Odd how knowing that it's not all about me makes me breathe easier.

"No matter how sophisticated you may be, a huge granite mountain cannot be denied--it speaks in silence to the very core of your being." -Ansel Adams