|Cherry Blossom Buds|
A weeping cherry tree sits outside my bedroom window. This morning, my youngest daughter points out the bright pink buds. Soon, we’ll have a whole explosion of pink fireworks upon this little tree.
The blooms won’t last long. The fleeting nature of cherry blossoms makes us that much more attentive to them. We delight differently in a bloom like this.
We pay close attention.
Why is it so hard to pay attention? Why can I walk by a house for two years and just this morning notice the beautiful pattern in the roofing? Lately, I’ve become aware of how much I’m missing.
I carry my camera everywhere now. Just in case. I’m training my eye to see, and I’m training my heart to pay attention to every gesture of God–every message and allegory–in this day. Today, it’s a cherry blossom bud. Pay attention, it cries out. There’s something to notice today, and it might be gone tomorrow.
Journal: How can I train myself to pay attention?