It’s easy to get lost in one way of looking at things.
It’s easy to get caught up in one version of ‘reality’: work, money, bills.
It’s easy to get lost in the snowstorm of things-to-be-done that swirls, endlessly, in the material world.
Luckily, there are things that lurk quietly to remind us.
A fragment of a song, the lines of a poem, a stranger’s sudden smile.
A shaft of sunlight breaking heavy clouds.
Or raindrops, hanging on a thread:
There are reminders of the other stuff, the stuff that really holds it all together.
Love and kindness.
Different layers of the story, and different frames to hang it on.
There are reminders everywhere, if you only remember to look.