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.