I love taking the time to notice things. It helps to put my cell phone away so my attention goes outward. It also helps to have my notebook in my back pocket so I can write down what’s interesting to me. Noticing feels good. There’s something really fresh about it. Noticing makes me less dependent on getting the things the world says I need in order to be happy.
Here are some things I noticed on my walk this morning:
When I left my front yard to venture out, the next door neighbor dog, Obsidian, came up to the fence for her petting. I thought about how it’s the natural and regular beginning part of my walk. Petting her is like paying an a sweet admission fee for the walk.
I saw trees stretching out and up to get the sunshine. It felt like they were famished and wolfing down the sun’s rays at the late morning buffet.
I noticed a bird’s flying shadows on the ground. I imagined that the bird didn’t exist and the shadow was an independent creature I amazingly discovered.
I saw a wood fence in the distance. I thought that the fence was thinking, “You know, I used to be a tree, but it was a stressful job, and when the opportunity to become a fence happened, I jumped on it. Since then things have been so much more easy going.”
I came upon some tall dead grass. I wondered how it was able to stand tall even though it was dead. And then I thought, “Oh, it’s ghost grass.”
I noticed the wind blowing the grass and the tree’s leaves, and I thought about how the wind is a thing, but it’s invisible. And then I thought, even though the wind is invisible, it can never hide because its effects are seen and felt.
I saw a field of yellow dandelions and I imagined it was a convention. They were hanging out, talking with one another, saying things like, “What’s up with you?” and “Not much, you know, just doing my thing.”