The Pattern of Home

I spent twenty minutes this morning trying to find my keys, retracing my steps through the hallway and checking the pockets of every coat I own. When I finally found them sitting on the kitchen counter, I realized I had walked past them a dozen times without truly seeing them. It is funny how we become blind to the things that are right in front of us. We get so caught up in the rush of getting from one place to another that we stop looking at the ground beneath our feet or the shape of the streets we walk every day. We forget that our lives are built on these small, repeating patterns. There is a certain comfort in knowing that even when we feel lost, the world keeps its own steady rhythm, waiting for us to slow down enough to notice the intricate design of where we actually are. Do you ever stop to look at the map of your own life from a distance?

Diana Ivanova has captured this sense of perspective in her beautiful image titled Espana. It reminds me that there is a quiet beauty in the way our world is laid out, if only we take the time to look. What does this view make you feel about the place you call home?