Oh, I had so many things I was going to write about today and I threw them all out the window. All of them were thrown for the simplest of reasons: this pine cone that caught my eye today. It had fallen from the next door neighbor’s tree, and although that very same tree greets me every morning and every night, I had never fully examined until today. This one perfect pine cone gave me pause.
I rushed inside, pulled out my camera and started snapping. (I like to photograph something at that first moment I see it because It never looks quite the same after that) It is in that moment, suspended in time, in all its shockingly perfect beauty that I feel like I get a tiny glimpse through the veil, and poof! there it is, pine cone, as if I had never seen one in my entire life.
What am I pointing to? Perhaps the way that art helps us to see, or how every once in a while, when you’re not even expecting it, the world with throw you a little magic if you’re willing to catch it. I suspect that meditation helps increase our capacity for seeing our lives clearly, or maybe hiking in cool air or riding a horse? I don’t know.
All I know was that I was grateful for my little earthquake today. It shook me just enough to see what was right in front of me.