This morning a funny thing happened to me. It was rather a realization, call it a slap in the face of my attention.
This morning, like most mornings I was getting ready to take my 5 year old son to school; as I went through the motions of remembering what I was forgetting, I noticed that we were in fact missing something: a book. I asked Julian where he had put it and we set out to find it. Running around; under the bed, on the desk, in the bathroom, here and there we looked and yet the book remained out of sight.
There we stood in the middle of the room, lulled by our inattentiveness, wondering where could this book be?
In that moment both of us looked down and realized that the book was right between us, sitting atop a chair poised in the middle of the room. I broke out in laughter; this simple act of finding showed me how blind we are to what’s looking at us right in the face.
I remembered this morning while I sat in meditation; as I turned inwards I quietly reminded myself: whatever it is that you’re looking for it might just be…right in front of me.
What a delightful space, you have here. I loved this post, and have soooo been there! My son is 12 now, seems these days we spend way to much searching for the remote control!! Oi vie.
I really enjoyed your previous most as well… Mind I say… very clever. Took me back to the good old days of reading to my son… Do you like green eggs and ham? Too fun, thanks for the trip down memory lane.
Eeee gads! *mental note… proof read BEFORE hitting “submit!”. Ooopsie!
Yvonne
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I can so relate to this. I’m just thankful I haven’t forgotten one of the kids yet