So often, when I come to this space or this space, I’m at a loss for words. I only know that there’s something I want to say. I tread lightly because I don’t wish (ever) to contribute to the noise Out There (there’s so much). A lot of it is good, don’t get me wrong; still, so much.
I finally sit to write on this Friday evening, wanting to share something. But what? What else haven’t you already come across today…on some other blog, on Instagram, on Facebook? Maybe I can’t offer you new, but I can offer you me. And this is what I do, maybe…extend myself to you, in the interest of encouraging community. If I don’t teach you something brand new, I offer invitations to look at things in a different way, or maybe in the same way but to look another time. Because, often, (always?) life warrants a second looking.
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
Don’t pay such close attention to what he or she or everyone else is doing. It’s good to visit with others, nice to keep an eye on what’s Out There, but pay closest attention to what you are doing. Be kind, show compassion. Pay attention: to the sky above, to the ground beneath, to the heart within.
That’s what I want to say. That’s my something.
Look again. It’s so nice to know you’re out there looking too.
Sending a little love your way, m