Noticing (Part 2)

The other day, when I went out and filmed my Noticing video, I was seized with one of those intense and unignorable needs to write. I was sitting on the grass, waiting for my husband to pick me up in a nearby parking lot…and this is what I wrote:

I’m sitting cross-legged on the dry summer grass as I write these words—my green marker scrawling curved lines across the vivid whiteness of the page.

Today I filmed my “noticing” video, announcing my project to the world. And, as I sit here, the world has come into sharper focus.

My senses strain to take it all in—the shivering grasses, green and gold, the rustling leaves, tossed by the wind. That wind, slightly chilly, ruffling my newly-cropped hair and almost…but not quite…raising goosebumps on my arms.

Smells of mowing and of salt water and of steak and exhaust…and a hint of wilting wild roses. Sounds of wind and cars and radios…and the far off wail of a siren. A bird singing.

A woman walks by, her silver hoops set swaying by her steps. The earth, solid beneath me, the smoothness of my clipboard and the slide of marker over white, white paper. A burst of yellow day-lilies in the distance, and the faint tinkle of a wind-chime.

The hiss of air through my nostrils, the rise and fall of my breath, the silent pumping of my heart, and the rush of my blood.

The earth is alive around me. Sights and sounds, tastes, smells, textures, feelings, all whirling together in an endless dance. It happens continually, never slowing, never ceasing.

All I have to do is notice.

 

Make a point of Noticing today…what magic will YOU experience?

 

2 thoughts on “Noticing (Part 2)”

  1. Today I notice my sleepy eyes, cool water running over my tongue, the green post-it note that says, “It’s my lucky day!” Even the most mundane things become magical when we notice them.

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