lenten journal: a short un-guided tour

I have continued to meander through Rob Walker’s The Art of Noticing. A couple of days ago, as hew was talking about taking in the soundscapes around us, he quoted artist Marc Weidenbaum:

“The world is a museum. You are the docent.”

I decided to let those words guide my writing tonight, after a loving nudge from Ginger to re-engage the practice of my Lenten journal.

a short un-guided tour

first, let me say the exhibit holds more than you can possibly take in on one visit

those who know it best come back daily to look at the same things that are never the same things and to notice what is missing and what has been added or found

stop look and listen feel free to touch most anything it is all breakable, irreplaceable we have no permanent exhibits

things to notice today: the screaming baby just hit the same pitch as Paul in the middle of the na na na nanana nas when he screams, “Judy, Judy, Judy . . .” the beam of light across the steeple is the shade of orange Van Gogh was looking for and never could find

not really . . . but that would be pretty cool

I will leave you to your senses and let you find what you find while I notice that today two people asked me how long it had been since I talked to my brother and then late this afternoon I called him by mistake and we both laughed at the same time

I need to sit with that memory before it fades away you can show yourself out

Peace, Milton