Beautifully Mundane

The awe of living in a foreign country has started to fade gradually. This is because no one lives in awe. We simply visit, tour, glimpse, and dream of awe. Our homes exist in the mundane where it is beautifully simple, mysteriously repetitive, and gloriously messy. Korea has started to become my home, which means my eyes have started to adjust and a routine has started to form. The plethora of foreign neon signs no longer grab my attention like they did upon arrival. The pervasive humidity is a diminishing bother. The bicycle ride to the office is becoming a familiar route that affords time for a wandering mind. Sparks of meaning are beginning to leap from the ocean of unfamiliar sounds that surround me. And foreign is becoming familiar. With this familiarity comes an increased need for intentionality. To look intentionally, to hear intentionally, and to intentionally engage the people around me. Whenever a place becomes a home it becomes easy to forget to see the beauty in the mundane.

Last week, on my ride home I decided to slow down and appreciate this repetitive journey that I make at least twice a day. I took a few pictures to capture what I found.

One of my favorite things about taking pictures is that it requires me to actually look at things. What’s around me? What’s my perspective? What are things like from a different view? Making international friends has also caused me to ask these same questions in regards to the world I live in. What’s around me? What’s my perspective? What are things like from a different view? When we are able to slow down and be present in the midst of mundane busyness we will not only see the beauty of rivers, rocks, and skies; but also the beauty of those who don’t look like us, speak like us, or think like us. We just need to stop, look, and listen.