Do I Have your Attention?

On reclaiming our choice in what we notice

Early this morning, I peeled myself away from the kids and biked my way to Glen Canyon. I could tell it had been a while since I was last there, because the grass was now waist high along the path; high enough that I had to part it to get to the boulders I climb up. It was the earliest I’d ever been there: the birds were in boisterous symphony and the m…