Repetition can lull me into thinking ho-hum, all the same.
What if the waking up from the illusion of sameness is simply a matter of attention?
Pay extraordinary attention to ordinary things and “ordinary” things become extraordinary.
Tiny jerky movements of a brown bird outside my window.
Bright green lacy moss on stones.
Grapefruit so sour it makes me squint.
My cold fingers as I type this.
Mindful movement, meditation, art-making are ways to pay extraordinary attention.
Make anything extraordinary: pay extraordinary attention.