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Most of us are on automatic pilot much of our day. We waken to an alarm, take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, grab coffee, drive to work, etc., without really thinking about what we're doing. It's good that we don't have to relearn routine actions everyday, but being alive ought to be more than that. We need to be aware of  our world. If we just go through the motions every day we are missing a lot.

Image result for pics of elderly"Each day is new and we need to see things in a fresh way. Beauty surrounds us if we take note of it. Whether it's new leaves on a tree, or a weed growing in a cement crevice, or longer days as winter wanes, there is cause for wonder. If we take a walk we are more likely to notice changes and drink in the splendors of nature. Also reading a book can make us conscious of the mystery of words. Even the smell of clean laundry can make us appreciate the marvel of automatic washers and dryers.

Life in a monastery or a senior living facility tends to be very routine. The days follow a regular schedule without much change. It's important to make an effort to really notice other people and flash them a smile or special greeting. I remember one sister whose smile made you feel like Queen Elizabeth when she passed you in the hall. She radiated interest and kindness. Especially those who are having a bad day need someone who cares.

Many of us are in too big a hurry to stop and chat with older residents, who have a certain beauty in their faces. It's good to remind ourselves that each of these people is Christ in our midst. We would not pass up Jesus and here he is, right among us.

Everyone wants to be noticed. Each day offers an opportunity to find beauty in nature, in people, and in events. Grab it and share it with a friend. Don't let any of God's creation go unappreciated.











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