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A few mornings ago, I spent a few minutes studying a flock of turkeys as they passed through the yard. The uniqueness of each bird was unmistakable and it seemed very clear that they were moving with purpose.
I wonder, if observed, it would be clear where we are headed?
In the movie “My Girl,” Macauley Culkin and Anna Chlumsky share a beautifully captured, innocent, sweet, kind, gentle, magical first kiss? Two days later, Thomas J., Macauley’s character, dies unexpectedly.
I wonder how magical this minute, right now, might be if I actually “saw” (think “captured”) everything it contained?
Just up the road from me when I lived in Litchfield, there is a spectacular bakery nestled in the kitchen of an old farmhouse called the Black Crow Bakery. The steps are rickety, the driveway muddy and the sign almost unreadable. I came close to passing it a third time without really seeing it. Inside are the hands-down best chocolate chip cookies I have ever tasted and bread that is out of this world.
I wonder how many other treasures I have missed along the way because I was looking and not really seeing?
