This has been the first week of my Year of Attention, as I try to hone in on the important things, even down to the smallest element of my being and existence and the people and experiences that are intertwined within it. Strands of small miracle come out of the woodwork as you begin to gaze.
It's not all going to come easy. So often I am plugged into my phone or computer, as we all are. Within myself I know it's pretty sad that sometimes - too much - I can hardly imagine life anymore without being able to check e-mail, Facebook and Twitter within seconds of each other even when I am far away from my computer and my desk.
My childhood self who loves reading, climbing her giant magnolia tree, playing dress up with her friends, my young-girl self who can stay in her room for hours at a time with stuffed animals or Barbies or a musical soundtrack (which she will memorize) or a good book does not understand what so much of life has become these days, this screen-staring.
I haven't thought about it that way before, to be honest. I haven't put myself back in my younger self's shoes with attention.
May I pay more attention to my friend, my soul, the growing girl I was, and still am. May she remind me of the unencumbered moments of goodness, when staring at a phone was the farthest thing from my mind.
The birds outside my window sound like they are chortling over a hilarious
joke. It comes in waves, falling over me, the music of their chirping
laughter, of their life together.