A short while ago I was noticing what’s missing. Meanwhile, might I have missed a squirrel furtively hiding his acorn in a pot after a turbo-charged run and leap across branches and boughs? Or a toad alert and still or a brilliant blue bug in the pond moss?
In truth, there are small miraculous unfoldings of life’s play moment to moment, but we are not necessarily mindfully present to notice. Perhaps we are lamenting something missing or something wrong. In the noticing we allow ourselves to be impacted by the event.
What are you doing right now? Noticing what’s missing? Or noticing abundance appearing?