It is ok to think you are the center of your own world as long as you remember and behave with the awareness that the world is filled with a collective of individual consciousnesses.
I am awed, as I have been every year since I moved here. The fullness of the cherry blossoms.
Do you, too, find yourself unexpectedly observing holidays? I’d forgotten the day when I was moved to make pizza for dinner.
Yesterday was the first day of the season working in the youth garden at the National Arboretum. Something made me look up. A bald eagle perhaps 40-50 feet overhead before soaring higher. “Look; follow my finger,” I called to my fellow gardeners, pointing to where the great bird was flying. They all looked up, and we shared a moment of awe.
“What made me notice?” one of my companions asked. I could not say exactly. I could have seen it’s shadow or perhaps even, without hearing it well enough to identify the sound, heard the wind in the eagle’s feathers. Or perhaps just instinct.
The unseasonably warm weather is worrisome. I can be anxious and be thinking of ways to adjust the garden to optimize the circumstances and simultaneously just enjoy the upsides—such as this morning’s outrageous sunrise.
