One of the things in religion that’s always fascinated me is the idea of revelation. The moments where you stop and notice something about life or about the world around you, and it affirms your faith in a creator.
Today I peeled and chopped up a red cabbage. Can’t say I’d ever done that in all my years. I am a big fan of the vegetable when it conveniently appears in my fish tacos, or in the pre-packaged salad bags at the grocery store, or speckled in the cross-section of spring roll. But I’d definitely never thrown a big ol’ head of the stuff in my shopping cart.
But yesterday my parents gave me one out of their garden. (DIY! Localganic! WHERE’S MY PRIZE!) And have you ever stopped and studied a head of cabbage? I peeled back the first few layers, then chopped it into wedges when the layers got too tight. It was really… beautiful? Beautiful pattern, beautiful color, beautiful leaves of the stuff just toppling out every time I drove in the knife.
Nature is full of so many everyday miracles, isn’t it? It never fails to completely and totally blow my mind. Humans screw up every single thing we put our hands on. But cabbages are works of art, birds migrate, snow falls, teeny tiny sea turtle hatchlings make mad dashes to the sea.
Stop and reflect.
(Also tell me WTF to do with a giant Tupperware dish full of cabbage shreds because I’m not sure.)