Today’s a good day to do very little, and to do it so slowly and thoroughly that it’s impossible for it all to be done; and to do it in a manner not of who and what, but of an absorbed, fully engaged child.
Attention isn’t a spotlight, a narrowly focused beam, but a way of life, a state of being.
I may focus on an ant, and indeed I must if I’m to observe its behavior. But the same ant is as much an inhabitant of this earth and this universe as I am, as much a divine particle as the gravest saint and most distant star.
Thoreau’s journal, February 27, February 28. Rabbits. Flint’s Pond. Some characteristics of ice as it freezes, thaws, and freezes again.
Read the thirty-fifth chapter of Middlemarch.
September 26, 2023.
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Categories: If It Had A Name
Tags: Attention, Be Here Now, George Eliot, Journals, Middlemarch, Reading, Thoreau
William Michaelian 