But eventually I heard myself, grinding over that same old tune, and I realized I wasn't listening to anything, wasn't smelling the sweetness of grape hyacinth floating over the garden, wasn't hearing the fuss and twitter (REAL twitter!) of graceful tree swallows overhead, wasn't feeling the damp soil in my hands.
I was having trouble taking my own advice - "wherever you are, be all there." I tried talking to myself (really,) but before I'd emptied my bucket, I was back formulating a response that I realized I would never send. I wasn't sure I could get to "quiet." from here. Finally, I took off my gloves and headed for the house to find my camera. That viewfinder is a tool that helps me adjust my perspective. Here's what I found.
Adventures in going nowhere again! (What did YOU discover?)