A few months ago we were able to go see the opening of a movie. It was happenstance. Through the blog world of poetry, I had become facebook friends and twitter friends with a young poet in Bellingham. Little did I know he was shooting a film. When he announced the showing close by, we went.
As we were finding a place to sit, we saw the brother and sister in law of a long time friend. We made small talk until I spied the young poet. I recognized him because of his gravatar. I went over to meet him and his parents. I told them they must be proud - to which they agreed - and asked if he would come over to my little group.
I introduced the poet / movie maker to our friend's family, thinking they would be honored. They were so anxious about finding a seat they couldn't be bothered. They missed the best part of the entire evening. It would have enhanced the movie without 3-D glasses. And it was a free opportunity. The saddest thing? They don't have a clue what they missed.
Anxiety robs. Worry wastes moments. Both put blinders on my noticer. I don't have a clue how many wonders I've missed, myself.
Lord, let me see and be anxious for nothing ~ simultaneously.
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And so may we all. . . see.
Oh, I've been there too, Kathleen. Praying with you on this one. Wishing full moments for the future.
Seeing with hearts... always keep at it.
Kathleen, your last two posts were great. Regarding clothes on the line in the PNW, I hung ours out, even near the coast. The smell of rain and sun is intoxicating.
And all that horse tack--we were in a building filled with such leather two days ago. Both of these things make me yearn for a time way before I was born, but a time I think would have fit me like a glove.
Blessings.
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