“The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention”
Yesterday I suggested that one of the secrets of having a productive life was to be a good listener. I would like to add that too many of us miss a lot by not paying attention and staying alert to all that goes on around us. If we don’t stay aware of what is happening where are we stand a really good chance of missing something really special, even the chance to make a new friend.
Some of us get so distracted by our thoughts that we might as well be on a different planet. Life can be a great adventure if we just live it well and appreciate every moment that allows us to enjoy all it has to offer.
I like this article from the Positive Thoughts blog as it reminds me of the value of just paying attention:
The art of living well.
One of the major reasons why we fail to find happiness or to create a unique lifestyle is because we have not yet mastered the art of being.
While we are home our thoughts are still absorbed with solving the challenges we face at the office. And when we are at the office we find ourselves worrying about problems at home.
We go through the day without really listening to what others are saying to us. We may be hearing the words, but we aren’t absorbing the message.
As we go through the day we find ourselves focusing on past experiences or future possibilities. We are so involved in yesterday and tomorrow that we never even notice that today is slipping by.
We go through the day rather than getting something from the day. We are everywhere at any given moment in time except living in that moment in time.
Lifestyle is learning to be wherever you are. It is developing a unique focus on the current moment, and drawing from it all of the substance and wealth of experience and emotions that it has to offer. Lifestyle is taking time to watch a sunset. Lifestyle is listening to silence. Lifestyle is capturing each moment so that it becomes a new part of what we are and of what we are in the process of becoming. Lifestyle is not something we do; it is something we experience. And until we learn to be there, we will never master the art of living well.
I’m saying look, here they come, pay attention. Let your eyes transform what appears ordinary, commonplace, into what it is, a moment in time, an observed fragment of eternity.
Three surgeons were one day talking about their best work ever. The first one: “Once, one of my cousins horribly injured his leg in a car accident. It was completely crushed, yet I managed to rebuild it, and since there was nothing I could do about the bones, I took a chance and used plastic sticks. And what do you know, today he’s walking just fine!” The other two express their amazement.
The second one said: “Last year my own mother lost her eyesight completely in an accident. There was really no way to make her see again, her eyeballs were completely ruined, so I took a chance and replaced her eyes with glass eyes. I hooked them up with her nerves, and, what do you know, today she sees perfectly!” The other two are even more amazed.
The third one goes: “A few months ago my uncle, who’s a lumberjack, accidentally chopped off his right hand. I operated immediately and, having no other choice, replaced his hand with a rubber glove filled with sawdust. I connected it to the arm and after a few weeks, what do you know, he’s using it just fine!”
“Wait a darn minute,” blurts the second one, “now this story is a bit TOO MUCH! Who’s ever seen something like THAT happen?”
“Your mother with her glass eyes…”
“A year from now you may wish you had started today.”
After a long life of unselfish service, Father John O’Malley died and went to heaven. St Peter met him at the gate and said: “John, you did such a wonderful job for us on earth, we’d like to do something special for you. You name it; it’s yours.”
John thought for a moment and said: “I’d like a private audience with the Holy Mother.” St Peter told him it would be arranged.
On the appointed day, St Peter escorted John to the Holy Mother’s sanctuary. John went before Her, knelt, and said: “Holy Mother, I’ve always looked to You for guidance, and You have granted me peace and serenity through some difficult times. But I have one question that has nagged me during my whole time on earth. In all the paintings that were done of you, and in all the sculptures that were carved of you, you always looked so sad. Why is that?”
Mary thought for a moment, pursing her lips. She said: “I always wanted a girl.”
Want to have your husband remember your anniversary? Get married on his birthday.
As I left the supermarket, I noticed two little kids, maybe six or seven years old, selling candy bars in front of the store to raise money for their school band. “I’ll buy a chocolate bar on one condition,” I said to one of the boys. “That you eat it for me.” As I handed him back the candy bar, he shook his head. “I can’t,” he said.
Looking me in the eye, he responded gravely, “Because I’m not supposed to take candy from strangers.”
Give to the world the best you have, and the best will come back to you.
My sister-in-law, a truck driver, had decided to get a dog for protection. As she inspected a likely candidate, the trainer told her, “He doesn’t like men.”
“Perfect,” my sister-in-law thought and took the dog.
Then one day she was approached by two men in a parking lot, and she watched to see how her canine bodyguard would react. Soon it became clear the trainer wasn’t kidding. As the men got closer, the dog ran under the nearest car.
I came, I saw, I had no idea what the heck was going on, I Left.
A Kansas cyclone hit a farmhouse just before dawn one morning. It lifted the roof off, picked up the beds, on which the farmer and his wife slept, and set them down gently in the next county. The wife began to cry.
“Don’t be scared, Mary,” her husband said. “We’re not hurt.”
Mary continued to cry. “I’m not scared,” she responded between sobs. “I’m happy ’cause this is the first time in 14 years we’ve been out together.”
“You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It’s just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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