Over the past few weeks, I've been reflecting on the segment of the population who has an inability to live life for real. They look past the beauty because they are excessively task oriented. They're like horses with blinders on - just hurrying along to get to the next place as quickly as possible and as efficiently as possible. Never mind the smell of the late-summer air. Pay no attention to the sweet old woman's hand as we give her change back from her purchases. They just do the job to say they did it. They've put their time in, and that makes them "good" or "worthwhile." From one dot to the next, they charge onward with their eyes on the dot in front of them.
- Think of all they miss.
- What are they running towards?
- More importantly, what are they running from?
Just some things to think on today. Let your picture paint itself. Take a moment to linger in the space between the dots. Dare to be still and not know where the next dot will be.