Just a speck of dust

I'm looking at my cat, sitting in a little ball on the floor. He's afraid of the storm. When the power went out, he ran around the room, looking for someplace to hide. I, on the other hand, opened the blinds just so I could watch the storm roll in, see the lightning, and feel the thunder. I suppose there's a certain fascination in watching a storm, but I'm not afraid. And why not? Do I feel invincible? Or just disconnected from the majesty of nature? I think it's the second. And I don't like that I've come to such a conclusion.

I'm not too good at living in the moment, at looking at the world around me and experiencing the present. Where's my awe for the dichotomy of violence and beauty in the natural world? Why am I not constantly aware of the immediacy of life, of being?

I hate to say it, but I'm reminded of the Lee Ann Womack song "I Hope You Dance":

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance...

Also, I really love Kimya Dawson's "I Like Giants." It reminds me of how microscopic, how tiny I am in comparison to life as a whole:

When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side
Of the road, turn out the lights, get out and look up at the sky
And I do this to remind me that I'm really, really tiny
In the grand scheme of things and sometimes this terrifies me

But it's only really scary cause it makes me feel serene
In a way I never thought I'd be because I've never been
So grounded, and so humbled, and so one with everything
I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything

Rock and roll is fun but if you ever hear someone
Say you are huge, look at the moon, look at the stars, look at the sun
Look at the ocean and the desert and the mountains and the sky
Say I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye
I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye

This included none of the requisite themes (God, tea, or a good book), at least not blatantly. But it's my attempt to write at least one blog entry each week and to make an observation about existence, even if such an observation is only beneficial to me.