Subtle

When I lose my focus,

and get to rambling around...

the sound of a jet in the distance, 

a slight breeze that comes to brush against my face,

or the song of the Mourning dove,

always bring my awareness back to the Present.

I think we all like to look for something real,

something tangible, for signs of God's Presence.

Those quirky little things do it for me.

Each one was born out of a difficult time...

& while I happened to be deep in prayer.

So I stop at those touch points during the day.

I refocus, pause and maybe even apologize if

my thoughts have gone rogue.

It helps me to self-correct and puts me back on track.

Not always. I wish.

But at least it's something.

side note:

Hubby gave me some beautiful windchimes for our Anniversary.

So the breeze now has a song, 

which provides yet another sign, 

and it's here...right at this very moment.

xoxo

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