I Need Practice

We get better at what we practice.

I’m not a golfer, but I’m pretty sure you have to practice in order to improve your swing.  You have to do so repeatedly in order to develop muscle memory.

In the same way, I have to practice looking, seeing.  I have to practice writing.  I have to practice noticing the connection between what I observe externally and what is going on inside me.

I tend to pick up the same worries I have recently resolved to release and then place them firmly back on my shoulders.   If that is what I practice, I get better at that; I get better at ignoring the things that calm me, wondrous things.  Over and over and over, every day.

What kind of worries can be displaced by wonder?  What worries do I have?

The same ones you have. The same ones as everyone else.

Why practice wonder instead of worry?

Because it’s possible to walk past the following elephant tree and NOT see a dancing woman.

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Because it’s easier to drive past a Harris hawk and not stop to admire her fierceness.

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Because it’s easier to be upset by a mockingbird waking us at 1 a.m. and singing through the rest of the night than to feel blessed by his visit.

Because it’s possible to see the red shoe someone dangled on the spiny branches of a palo verde tree along a sand road and mentally censure it as litter rather than laugh aloud at its ludicrous placement.

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Because it’s easier to stay in bed than to watch the sunrise.

What does letting go of worries have to do with wonder?  For me, everything.

And I need the practice.

Writing Practice:

What do you practice? 

How do you let go of worry?

6 thoughts on “I Need Practice

  1. I guess it is the old saying about not being able to see the forest for the trees. Sometimes our filter is causing our focus to be off. I think I need to be on the look out for funny red shoes instead of seeing litter. I have to change my inside words to cute my spiritual blindness. Like when I read house sparrows use trash bits to make a nest I thought that was disgusting. Then I thought why was I not in wonder how this bird I has found a way to recycle old bits of plastic to thrive amounts our urban waste

    • I guess we need new lenses; I don’t mean rose-colored glasses because I’m a realist, but I do think we can choose the way we view things. Sometimes. With practice. Thank you, Linda!

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