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.