I don’t remember now when I first started to pay attention.
When I first picked up the baby camera and started to see through a new lens.
Took those first steps.
When I started to look for details or to see in a new light.
My husband, ever patient, waits as I trail behind on a trail, zooming in on weeds, tempting bees, chasing butterflies. Walks take us much longer, and I get less exercise.
I no longer like to ride bikes much. Too much getting on and off.
The car brakes more often.
I can lose myself taking pictures of nothing.
I get such a rush of joy sometimes when I download a photo and see something I didn’t see.
When I’ve captured a seed hanging from a bird’s beak or the expression on its face.
When I’ve caught a butterfly’s tongue or the tilt of a dragonfly’s head.
When the light slants just so or a flower center pops.
And my heart just wants to explode from my chest.
Because I see Him.
The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention. ~Julia Cameron
Spending five minutes on delight with Lisa Jo and company.