I’ve stood at the precipitous edge of the Grand Canyon and felt as tiny as a flea.
I’ve climbed to the top of Mt. Nimbus in the Canadian Rockies with my daughter and walked across a precarious suspension bridge, feeling dwarfed by the natural wonders around me.
I’ve plunged into the paradise blue of the ocean for a close encounter with infinity.
I’ve felt really, really small before one of Antarctica’s titanic icebergs. I was a speck on a speck in the Antarctic Ocean – at the bottom of the world. The danger increased my sense of awe and appreciation. The serenity and silence heightened my awareness of how trivial and unimportant I was, and it humbled my soul.
It is good to remember that the world doesn’t revolve around me. It is good to feel connected and yet small.