What am I missing?

Because I was in my head, not giving attention,

Did I miss the message from a hawk that swooped just behind the car calling Freedom.

Did I miss the rainbow shining its song of glory.

Did I miss that eye contact that would have offered connected me to an open soul.

The smell of fall.

The feeling of Something wafting right through me.

Angels whispering love from a cloud dancing across the sky.

I think I’ll pay attention.

With eyes, hears, nose.

With feet feeling the living Earth.

With heart soft and spacious.

I think I’ll give my attention to This.