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Posts Tagged ‘notice’

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Past what we know, beyond the measurable edges of things, the Watchers dwell, enfolding all they observe in their love.

Nothing escapes their notice.  The rising and falling, the coming in and going out of things, all that occurs within time and all that transcends it stretches beneath their gaze.

They see the patterns; they comprehend the meanings.  Every movement matters and is a part of Being’s bliss and is always fresh and new.

And they take it all in, and it adds to their joy as it unfolds and unfolds and unfolds.

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The seasons move in baby steps.  Unless you’re paying attention, you don’t notice the changes any more than you notice the micro-changes in the mirror.  One day you wake up and it’s suddenly spring, or summer, or autumn (even in the looking glass).

But if you are paying attention, you see the signs.  A leaf springs out from a bud, or falls.  Hair beings to grow, or to disappear.  Foliage changes color.  You see the little creases begin around yours eyes.  Everything is in flux all the time.

Along the path through the field, wild asters are beginning to blossom.  Passersby may not take note.  We all have our different priorities.   But they make my heart beat with anticipation:  Here comes autumn!   Here is the prelude to her magnificent display.

“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.” –Alice Walker

I love that line.  If you don’t recognize it, it’s Celie’s line from the last scene of the novel – and movie – The Color Purple.

I don’t know if God gets pissed off or not.  But I get what Celie’s saying.  To walk past beauty without it even registering in your awareness is cold, man.  I mean, there it is, all laid out for your pleasure and you walk on by without so much as a nod.  What’s up with that?

Oh yeah, I hear you:  “You seen one sunset, you’ve seen ‘em all.”  I know your type.  Aloof.  Jaded.  Untouchable.  You’re the ice man.  It’s all about you.  But nobody’s home.

But you know what?  The purple flowers are all about you, too, and the sky drenched in stunning color, and the green flags of grass, and the sheen of the morning sun on the pavement.  They’re for you.  They’re here to remind you that this isn’t a dream.  You’re real, and you’re alive.  And these gifts are wrapped in beauty just to touch your heart, because you matter and you’re loved, whether you know it or not.

Look at the palm of your hand.  That’s a miracle, man.  Press it to your chest.  Feel what’s in there.  That’s a miracle, too.  All that body warmth.  All that emotion.

Life doesn’t ask much of you, considering all it does for you.  It gives you free reign to make your choices and keeps your heart beating no matter which ones you make, just as if you were its favorite son.  The least you can do is give it a nod of recognition.  You know, notice the good stuff it pours out all around you.  Slip into not-ice mode once in awhile.

You never know.  It could change everything.