The stillness of the afternoon just now, the silence that is filtering through the stream of sunlight is just freely offered. Distant children’s voices. What else is freely offered at this very moment? We have to stop to notice. It’s not so much that we have to live a different life, but just to live this very life in all its fullness, as it shows up right here and now. What stands still? What flutters? What ticks and tocks, and whooshes? And walks by. That person on their phone in mid-sentence ambling by the open window, ear to phone, sharing a morsel of their world, “…so I said to him that I didn’t want to….”. The wonders of our life are always flashing up minutely and altogether. There’s so much charm, magic, when we can be free of our own internal narration and appreciate just for the moment how the world is always narrating with its many voices, when we listen.
