Everything is Connected

Time and Attention

EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED

“I make of myself a seed
sunk deep in fertile soil
I am an architect
of social infrastructure
In this one precious life
the only TRUE currency
is your TIME...
& your attention...
~ spend wisely.
All relationship are a mirror
I send love & appreciation
out into the Universe”

This humble poem, prayer, offering ~ ideas about our greatest resource which, typically, we assume means $money$, right? - & yet...
don’t we really mean our TIME & ATTENTION?

Noticing that when we speak of TIME & ATTENTION we use the language of $money$ we “spend” & “invest” our time, we “pay” attention, we exchange “currency” - which, conversely, speaks not only of money, but also its etymylogical origins - from the Latin currere, meaning “to run” or ‘to flow” - a circulating medium of exchange - of water, river, & movement, - or “current” meaning ‘in this time’, both, temporal and fluid ...

Here, an offering - a reflection - of my own NORTH. What is yours? What do you value most in this one precious life?
What do you seek to protect, or to reflect, or to receive?
What, to you, is worth more than anything else in the Universe

Above, a close-up of the spectacular swirling botanical beauty I found, on the walking path, heading to breakfast one morning. I’d set it on the top corner of my bench, admired it all week and, when it came time, carefully added it to the pressure print layer. First Test Roll: the capture was PERFECTION - absolutely MESMERIZING. But once the roll went through it fell off - completely disintegrating into a thousand tiny pieces..

A young classmate walked by & asked if they could have it - pause - ‘sure, go ahead‘. And just like that, the one and only quality print was gone.. (the above is the draft-check-only newsprint layer that happened to be under the print paper.)

How lucky: when the thing you LOVE & ADORE crumbles and disappears forever - but, as it’s a flower, you’re able to move on with your day… Thinking about all the ways we’re able - or unable - to hold onto things, esp things of beauty & wonder, long after they are gone. ✨