It’s amazing how much we miss everyday – focused on the to-dos of life. Running from one thing to another. Spending the vast majority of our days inside under artificial light.
I always assumed that I had to be “busy.” I could never “not work” – I’d go “crazy.” Well, here I am. I’m just here. And I am fine. I am more than fine. I am seeing things.
As I drive, I look up at the clouds and I see images; a dragon, a snail, a baby chick.
It’s immediate and clear – just right there waiting to be looked at.
I stop at a light and look over at the tree growing in the small patch of grass amongst the concrete of the city – and all I want to do is get out, sit down in front of it, and study it’s bark. The intricacies of the overlapping curves and turns of its outward protective layer.
How many miraculous little things do we miss by just not looking?
S.t.a.r. Creative 