Pondering the Ants

This morning the littles and I made the trek up to Macon for an appointment.  Part of the trip calls for me to get on the Interstate.  As I got on the Exit Ramp, we came up to the red light and stopped.

The tiny ants were crawling all over the pavement and back into their nest in the grass.

The tiny ants were crawling all over the pavement and back into their nest in the grass.

While sitting there for a moment, I glanced out the window to my left.  It was a beautiful and sunny (and yes, hot–that’s a given this time of year down here) day with a blue sky and puffy white clouds.  I looked over at the pavement, and noticed the tiny workers, going about their business, seemingly not troubled by the chaos less than six feet away.

Because y’all know folks don’t always go slow on those exit ramps…..

and yet, these little creatures were carrying on as if this were the norm.  As if there were nothing unusual about the roaring vehicles racing by where they work, play, and live.

It’s all in what you get used to, I suppose, isn’t it?  I admire the way they can carry on with their lives with chaos right there beside them.  Unfettered, unaffected, undaunted.  Living and–I hope–laughing and loving.  No matter where they are–just because they are.

I want to do that.  Love because we are, not dependent on the who’s and what’s and where’s.  Able to do so no matter the chaos surrounding us.

May it be so.

Love to all.