ordinary wonders

We don't often slow down long enough to notice.  Anything, really.  We look, but don't see; listen, but don't hear.  Or perhaps we have lost the art of looking--I mean the intent kind of looking that doesn't begin with an ambition, an expectation, a demand, but simply opens the eyes to what is at hand.  A sparrow darting from branch to branch in the ash tree, shivering in her winter nakedness; several crimson leaves clinging tenaciously to the maple outside my kitchen window; the slice of sunlight carving a hole in the blanket of January clouds.  We don't really know what it is to look.  To take an unhurried view of things, just as they are.

Ah, but when we do, when we open ourselves to the world as it is, the wonders begin. . .

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[Josh]

Great work! Thanks...