Yesterday I learned that the corrugated bands that run down the center or sides of undivided highways are called “rumble strips.” A wonderful onomatopoeic term.
Life as a rumble strip–bumpy with low-grade noise, so that we are called to wake up. We are given tens of opportunities every day. Every day! Any single, small ridge could be enough, if we are paying attention and remain open to what is in each moment, without judgement.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012
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