Look Up!
It's September 10th at 10am and it's already hot and humid here in Florida. I grew up in the northeast and though it's been decades since I lived there, still I'm always surprised (and saddened) that September is so very HOT! But the weather is beginning to show a tiny glimmer of cooling off, at least at 6 am.
I was walking Jack the dog at that time this morning. The full moon was still shining it's face on me and the sky had that slightest blush of rosiness that precedes the sunrise. It was peaceful, serene, lovely.
I didn't actually notice all that immediately. My attention was first on informing Jack the dog, firmly, that my arm was not a rubber band. After a few minutes of conversation and a settling down period, our walk commenced.
It took me awhile to really "see" the sky and all that surrounded me. I found myself deep in thought, my eyes on the ground. Now this thinking that I was mired in was not "higher level" thinking. At all. I actually don't even remember what was in my head. I'm quite certain it was stuck on repeat, and repeat again.
At some point, maybe 10-15 minutes into the walk, I pulled myself back into the moment.
I looked up.
The sky was magnificently beautiful! And I almost missed it!
Looking down means looking "in". Looking in can be a cathartic experience and there certainly is a time and place for that. But we miss so much of life when we are inward...all the little things around us that make us smile, that have the power to pull us out of ourselves, out of the doldrums, out of the repeat cycle of thinking, that remind us that there is more, much more going on in life than me and my stuff. It helps us to put things in perspective. It enables us to be grateful.
Looking up pulls us out of ourselves. It brings us back to the moment. It brings us face to face with others. It gives us the opportunity to touch, to smile, to connect, to love.
I would be very grateful is you would make a short comment. Please.
I was walking Jack the dog at that time this morning. The full moon was still shining it's face on me and the sky had that slightest blush of rosiness that precedes the sunrise. It was peaceful, serene, lovely.
I didn't actually notice all that immediately. My attention was first on informing Jack the dog, firmly, that my arm was not a rubber band. After a few minutes of conversation and a settling down period, our walk commenced.
It took me awhile to really "see" the sky and all that surrounded me. I found myself deep in thought, my eyes on the ground. Now this thinking that I was mired in was not "higher level" thinking. At all. I actually don't even remember what was in my head. I'm quite certain it was stuck on repeat, and repeat again.
At some point, maybe 10-15 minutes into the walk, I pulled myself back into the moment.
I looked up.
The sky was magnificently beautiful! And I almost missed it!
Looking down means looking "in". Looking in can be a cathartic experience and there certainly is a time and place for that. But we miss so much of life when we are inward...all the little things around us that make us smile, that have the power to pull us out of ourselves, out of the doldrums, out of the repeat cycle of thinking, that remind us that there is more, much more going on in life than me and my stuff. It helps us to put things in perspective. It enables us to be grateful.
Looking up pulls us out of ourselves. It brings us back to the moment. It brings us face to face with others. It gives us the opportunity to touch, to smile, to connect, to love.
I would be very grateful is you would make a short comment. Please.
No, this wasn't the 6 am sunrise, but still it's beautiful !
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