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AS I GET OLDER, I find that mundane things attract my attention more often. The beauty of a simple shape, the intricacy of the manner in which wild flower blooms climb up their stem, the color of a fallen leaf, all these diminutive things are worthy of special note.
There was a time when I would waltz past this exquisite minutiae without so much as a sideways glance. I was too busy with "important" things. But now I have come to believe that heaven, if you will, is in the details. What too often goes unseen, or at least unnoticed, is what is truly important.
I can observe a scruffy blue scrub jay with as much enjoyment as a gray hawk. When I went to take a photo of my "rock garden," I realized it would not look like much; it is the individual rocks I have gathered over time that are so stunning, not as a group but as singular things.
Perhaps, as my life slows down, I have gained the opportunity to see that which, in haste, I had been missing. Perhaps obsessing over trees while barely giving a nod to the forest is how old people come to perceive things as a natural consequence of the aging process [some of you are older than me...what do you think?]. Or maybe some of us are micros and some macros.
Then again, I may just be having one of those distracted mornings when I ought to stop thinking and go dig in the dirt.
and a nice hot roast in the oven
