“My heart is singing for joy this morning! A miracle has happened! The light of understanding has shone upon my little pupil’s mind, and behold, all things are changed!” – Anne Sullivan
I have been noticing clouds lately. Their complexity, beauty, depth and dimension spanning the canvas of the sky. Some soft strokes, others three dimensional puffs of cotton.
We look past what’s right in front of us – clouds, friends, family, our very own self. In view but not in focus. Going faster and faster, racing backwards. Moving but not unfolding into the present. Dipping our toes in the ocean and then retreating, we live on the edge of life. On the surface, searching for depth in the distance.
When we notice, really notice all that is in our grasp, we move into the moment and all that each one offers. Colors become more colorful. Conversations connect hearts. Listening transforms into hearing. Seeing become vision.
Slowing into noticing, the blur of bypassing turns to the clarity of beholding. The noise to quiet. The silence to a whisper with the weight of all that’s authentic and true. Behold the brushstrokes of the clouds and all that lies beneath them waiting to bloom before your eyes and in your heart.