Watching Henry turn an object over in his hand and really see it, see it for the first time, gives me pause. If only I could employ this level of observance to things these days – to the rustling leaves, the shifting light, the hand of my husband. Familiarity can be a beautiful thing, but that which is fresh and new can be too. Attention paid to an everyday object can be so enlightening.

As I watch Little Man discover that the grass now feels differently, on this late summer day, than it did back during the more verdant days of summer, I connect the dots: that’s what I’m looking for – a daily ritual of appreciation for what is NOW. Seeing with a new eye the beauty and freshness of the familiar. Of the cyclical. Of the seasonal.

A card that lives on my fridge.


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