There is so much going on in the world that grabs my attention…and not in a good way. If I focus too much on all the stuff that is out of my control…which is pretty much everything…I can feel exhausted and sad. There is something very powerful and reinvigorating to see, really see, what is right in front of me.
I went to the car wash on Sunday afternoon. It was a picture-perfect day and I was happy to take on this chore. As I rode through the automatic brushes and soap dispensers and water sprays and hot wax and finally the blow dryers…I thought about how it was when my Dad took us into one…way back in the 60’s. Back then, the car stayed still while all the water and soap and brushes whirled around. While I remembered feeling a bit scared not being able to see what was happening when the soap covered the windows, I also felt happy with the memory.
My Dad’s been gone for more than six years now. It felt good to be reminded of this experience.
Out I drove into a space to wipe down the windows and doors and to use the vacuum. Right there beside the rear passenger tire was a bright penny. I smiled and picked it up and said to myself…thanks Dad, I didn’t know you were listening.
Paying attention.
Paula
