It is rather foggy this Saturday morning and I am reminded of the poet Carl Sandburg's poem, Fog:
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
One of my favorite poets, W.S.Merwin, says writing is about listening, about focused attention. And Pierre Tielhard de Chardin wrote: "Seeing: We might say that the whole of life lies in that verb - if not ultimately, at least essentially." Simone Weil said: "Absolute attention is prayer."
For me, Nadine, all this reminds me we all have to "stop to smell the flowers."