There are so many ways of seeing.
Whether it be that neighbor.
This cantankerous old dear friend.
The beloved who sits by your side.
The pain in the ass kid of yours who still connects and you make each other smile.
Or perhaps there is a place you go to, most days, where you pause for a moment, looking out of your eyes in your head , greeting the place and spending a few moments alone together . Though you might not even have noticed that you do.
Here in this place, out of necessity I come, again and again. Because I arrived in life with a wanderlust to go go out.
Because dogs with big muscles must RUN!
Because it's flat and nearby , and fits the sweet fearful possibly aggressive young Shepherd .
Not to my job any longer.
But each and every day, each of us returns to something. And in that returning we begin to see different aspects each time. More complexity . Depth.
Most of us the world over do and must go to work .
Day after day returning to our cart on a corner to sell our wares, or our herd far in the hills.
Our classroom to teach and detonate and see what is possible .
To our cubicle in a room as large as a football field , where we are an individual in a sea of others.
To the small ones we are growing up with our travails and our love and our laughter .
Wherever we come to, I say it is different every day.
And that is a gift. So say thank you.
Every day something new lingers right outside our vision, our awareness. And the revisiting reveals the promise to us.
Of our own experience.
Of what is.
Of a new remarkable facet of what otherwise would be dismissed
Whether it be that neighbor.
This cantankerous old dear friend.
The beloved who sits by your side.
The pain in the ass kid of yours who still connects and you make each other smile.
Or perhaps there is a place you go to, most days, where you pause for a moment, looking out of your eyes in your head , greeting the place and spending a few moments alone together . Though you might not even have noticed that you do.
Here in this place, out of necessity I come, again and again. Because I arrived in life with a wanderlust to go go out.
Because dogs with big muscles must RUN!
Because it's flat and nearby , and fits the sweet fearful possibly aggressive young Shepherd .
Not to my job any longer.
But each and every day, each of us returns to something. And in that returning we begin to see different aspects each time. More complexity . Depth.
Most of us the world over do and must go to work .
Day after day returning to our cart on a corner to sell our wares, or our herd far in the hills.
Our classroom to teach and detonate and see what is possible .
To our cubicle in a room as large as a football field , where we are an individual in a sea of others.
To the small ones we are growing up with our travails and our love and our laughter .
Wherever we come to, I say it is different every day.
And that is a gift. So say thank you.
Every day something new lingers right outside our vision, our awareness. And the revisiting reveals the promise to us.
Of our own experience.
Of what is.
Of a new remarkable facet of what otherwise would be dismissed
as the same old
thing.
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