Listen. Come close. This is what we must do: Listen to the wind in the leaves, swaying Here and There as the trunk remains rooted. Come close enough to identify the spotted orbweaver. Observe her working steadily at her silent task, which you may only see this time of year. Watch her drop down a barely visible thread that connects her body to the tree where she lives. See her rust-colored abdomen against a brilliant blue sky, suspended in the golden light of the mid-November sun. She floats between Here and There as if by magic, but she is simply doing what she was made to do.
Listen. Come close. The is what we must do: Listen to the many parts of ourselves vying for attention-- the boisterous dears! Come close enough to identify the thread that runs through you, connecting you to the place and people to whom you belong. This barely visible thread leads the way down, down, to the place of dropped attention. There is a deeper place where no one else can go but from which you may learn to always be emerging. It floats between Here and There as if by magic, but it is simply the essence of who you were created to be.
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