Where does your gaze land? . . . When it’s not on a screen . . . Do you tend to search for a horizon?
I am constantly eying up the path in front of me, feeling the need to navigate.
How funny that my eyesight is starting to wane to a blur right beyond my nose. The drugstore reading glasses are a lovely invitation to more clearly see the richness of my life within the daily transactions while paving my path.
And looking inward, well that can get a bit confusing, like a maze with no marked exit. Looking inward can quickly shift to looking back. Peering into life’s rear view mirror can feel like reversing out of your driveway, double checking left to spot the should haves and right to see the could haves.
I have recently been looking up. Straight up. This new vantage point is beautifully wide open, even on cloudy days. It’s a welcome break, a clean start. There is an intense loving energy of sunlight, the promise of space and the free movement of flight against the backdrop of stillness.
And there are sneakers ~ hundreds of them. I just started to see them, everywhere. It’s definitely a city phenomenon. Hanging from the wires that connect us all, they appear to be left behind and on pedestals for their fine tour of duty. The more sneakers my eyes spot the more I hear their messages:
“Leap!,” they say.
“Forget the horizon. Or the sidewalk down memory lane with all of its cracks. Or even your next step.”
“Try the sky.”
“Feel the freedom of movement without laces”
“Try the path you feel you can’t.”
“Know you aren’t truly held down.”
“Imagine the weight you bare is yours to let go.”
Next time you remove your shoes, let it be a reminder to lighten your step . . . lift your gaze . . . and find ease in the now.
I am constantly eying up the path in front of me, feeling the need to navigate.
How funny that my eyesight is starting to wane to a blur right beyond my nose. The drugstore reading glasses are a lovely invitation to more clearly see the richness of my life within the daily transactions while paving my path.
And looking inward, well that can get a bit confusing, like a maze with no marked exit. Looking inward can quickly shift to looking back. Peering into life’s rear view mirror can feel like reversing out of your driveway, double checking left to spot the should haves and right to see the could haves.
I have recently been looking up. Straight up. This new vantage point is beautifully wide open, even on cloudy days. It’s a welcome break, a clean start. There is an intense loving energy of sunlight, the promise of space and the free movement of flight against the backdrop of stillness.
And there are sneakers ~ hundreds of them. I just started to see them, everywhere. It’s definitely a city phenomenon. Hanging from the wires that connect us all, they appear to be left behind and on pedestals for their fine tour of duty. The more sneakers my eyes spot the more I hear their messages:
“Leap!,” they say.
“Forget the horizon. Or the sidewalk down memory lane with all of its cracks. Or even your next step.”
“Try the sky.”
“Feel the freedom of movement without laces”
“Try the path you feel you can’t.”
“Know you aren’t truly held down.”
“Imagine the weight you bare is yours to let go.”
Next time you remove your shoes, let it be a reminder to lighten your step . . . lift your gaze . . . and find ease in the now.
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