So now the joke among my church friends is that garbage reminds Susan to pray.
I'm okay with that.
The ocean provides a similar effect. The steady beat of waves on a shore, the rhythm linked to space and the moon, the sense that you could never, ever control that massive entity teaming with life and energy and death...the ocean is, indeed, big enough and powerful enough to make us feel very, very small.
A regular check on our hubris grounds us and reminds us that those problems which distract our waking hours and disturb our sleep don't mean as much as we want them to mean. We need to let go of our self-importance and maintain some sense of perspective.
Perhaps praying while taking out the garbage isn't so strange after all.
Where do you go to make your problems tiny?