Do you notice each week there is a cute couple sitting together, they seem to be in love, a small side dish and a drink or two, but together, arm around arm they listen, they applaud, I can’t tell you their names, but they are there week after week

Do you notice that there a few sit where they always sit, it is almost like if they did not sit there, then the atmosphere would not be the same, and to be honest, not sure we know each others names

Every week there are a few who come in early, grab a soft drink and make the rounds, you see them moving from table to table, of course we know their names, as the are ones that read every week

Then of course they are here, they have to be, the bring us our drinks, they bring us our food, and they do it for a living, as they wait on our needs and grab our desires, but do we really know their names? Do we even really care how they are doing and if they had a good day or not?

Then of course there’s the normal, well, maybe not the right word, but the usual mc of the night, who fills us with entertainment, laughter and sort of is the glue the binds the evening into one big package of art, and yes, we know his name, but do we really know him?

Did you notice that on one of the pictures on the wall is a reference to marijuana? Yep, its says something about celebrating 4:20, and if you don’t know that term, then you probably don’t know about pot, and that’s ok, but did you ever notice it?

Did you notice that some tables have peeling away action going on, and it makes me wonder, how many conversations, crying, drinking, eating, or whatever went on at that table, and did we ever notice?

And now comes the list, the one with long hair, the one with short hair, the one with too many piercings that there would not be enough Excedrin to stop the pain, the one who focus seems to be on lost love, or the one who is angry with life, or the one who is missing a friend, or the one who is leaving us soon, or the art that hangs on the wall, or the waiter who wears the same shirt each Wednesday, or the patron who only orders the same item week after week, or the one who has a new date each week, or the one who is sitting alone who normally has a friend with them? Or the table that is wobbly, or the bathroom toilet that is easier to flush than the other? Or the type of music that is always playing in the kitchen? Did you notice any of those?

You may ask why this is being said, or you may be bored, but if you have listened to me thus far, then you are paying attention… and this is what it is about…attention

Do you realize we spend 2-3 hours a week, 10 hours a month, 120 hours a year, which would break down to 5 days a year, and do we ever really pay attention and notice the moment for what it is?

Can you imagine spending 5 days with someone, not knowing their names, or caring enough to say hi, or noticing that they exist? When we pay attention to life and what is going on in the moment, then the beauty is a transfusion which brings us back around to being alive….

Attention…it’s a work of art

11/04/2004

Posted on 01/22/2005
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