Years ago, a good friend taught me to look up more as I walked the streets of London.
There is exquisite and fascinating architecture hidden, in plain view, above us.
I remember how important it was to discover that I look at my own city in a very particular, habitual way that hides surprising and important features of the world. And if it’s true for the way I look at a city, it’s equally true of the way I look at people, including myself, and at life.
There’s so much that I miss, and so much I choose not to see. And when I’m bored, or stuck, or frustrated, or desperate, or exasperated with people, the surprising, exhilarating, troubling, mysterious features of the world that could liberate and illuminate are invisible to me.
Not because they’re not there, but simply because I’m not looking.