The art of noticing
Mornings are my favorite.
You can add that statement to the list of things I thought I would never, ever, EVER say. I mean, it's right up there with my deep and sincere love for cows. I used to shudder if one even came within 20 feet of me and look at me now! So back to mornings. They are my fave.
I think it must be the thought of all that possibility ahead. The world is still and relatively quiet. I've started a habit of waking before everyone else. One day this week I was busy as a bee in the studio, packaging art prints for the upcoming sale. I happened to glance up and immediately gasped.
The fairy houses were back. No, I don't suppose that's what these are really called but who wants to know what that is anyway? I don't. I just want to take in the magic of the little webs spread all over every pasture. I'm sure there' s a logical explanation for such a phenomena but I sure don't care to know what it is.
All I know is, come spring, these magic webs appear.
They're intricate, detailed, so fragile looking yet so strong.
As I wandered around the pastures, alone with just my camera and God, I had the thought yet again. That I might not know a lot sometimes, but I know the art of noticing is worth……well, noticing.
I know this because as I got down on my hands and knees I spotted this little web, hung as proud as a handmade quilt.
Then things got even better.
As I crouched down by the quilt web, I looked over to see this.
You all know how much a web speaks to me.
"Don't you think the web itself is a miracle?"
Oh yes, a mighty miracle indeed.
There's an art to this noticing business you know. A lot of guts and bravery to show up and notice with your own original eyes , heart, and soul. But when you do……it is heaven on earth.
I felt and saw and heard God everywhere I looked among the fairy houses.
And then I got to come in and watch Anna Ruth care for our dog and I saw God there too.
I pray you notice today.