It's the third New Day of 2015. After my January 1 post, I began to ponder what it would be like if I could see everything anew, as if I was seeing it for the first time.
The huge sycamore on the way to work would be a thing of wonder. What is that? It's huge. It's surface mottled gray and white. Rising from the earth, spreading tall, branching completely over the street. Similar to some other things I see - but the largest by far - and different in details of form and color. Seeing it today, I'd have no idea of the explosion of green that will adorn it in a few months.
Instead, most days, my mind dismisses it with a single glance - there's the huge sycamore tree. Next.
I doubt that I can ever peel myself completely back to a state of original awareness. Yesterday, though, I found that with intention and attention, I could see many things more freshly. I should say experiencing, rather than seeing, because all my senses play a part.
It made the day much more interesting. Made the day seem new, not just a replay - a Groundhog Day - of rising, eating, going to work 'til time to walk home, eating, going to bed.
A New Day is an opportunity to see things I've never seen before, or familiar things in a deeper, richer way. It's an opportunity to be more open to a future of possibilities that are different than the past. An opportunity to be more alive.
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