“Red
in the Morning, Sailors take warning.” Before I got out of the
Eastern door this morning, I could see the gorgeous deep red Sunrise
unfolding. As I sat drinking it in, a was distracted by the old
sailor's warning. The beauty of the sky forecast unsettled weather to
come. Deep reds blazed into liquid oranges, then I thought about how
the weather might effect my day. When my attention returned to the
Sunrise, I noticed I had missed something. The reds where less
intense. The oranges were fading. The mounting Sun was taking over,
brightening everything, and diminishing the intensity of the early
morning firestorm. My thoughts about what might be blocked my ability
to take in what actually was. How powerful, the seduction of the
future? How would my attention to the present have to change so that
I might sustain my focus?
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