…Oh, and one more thing I noticed from the kid I wrote about yesterday.
After our final interaction and after having walked a few sidewalk blocks away, I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him squatted in his front lawn petting a mushroom.
It was so small that his tiny, three year old hand could have held and crushed five or six of them together with ease.
But, there he was—petting that baby mushroom and giving it a level of undivided attention and care that I’m only used to giving my highest level tasks.
And if I’m being honest, while I was on that walk, I’m pretty sure what I spent most of my time thinking about was my highest level tasks. I didn’t notice the mushroom or the million other present-moment miracles on my path because I wasn’t all the way there.
I was somewhere else. As is often the case with so many of us in life.
Will petting mushrooms add a ton of value to my life?
…That’s the wrong question.
How can I get myself into a space where I’m able to notice, with full present awareness, what’s right in front of my eyes—like that three year old child?
Now that’s a question worth chewing on.
P.s. I’m going back to Burning Man this year! If any of you lovely readers will be, too, shoot me a reply! I’d love to try an arrange some meetups.