The flies buzz around but they don't bother. They are part of the setting and sense of place. It's a a garage with a big swinging barn door, This coffee shop with a high ceiling. Dark green and dark gold appears as the Logo accents and the barn doors swing wide. Wooden beams serve as part of the support, The brick walls are painted white. The seating is communal as it should be, No more islands. Let's sit at the long table Together and sip coffee as it wafts, pushed by A September breeze rushing in through the barn doors. Finally you are settling in because place Matters more than I ever imagined compared to Others. Much more. We access the same place. But do we sense it similarly? The obvious answer should have been addressed Back in elementary school when you found yourself Gasping at sunsets, struck by vivid colors, felt sounds And never removed a childlike wonder about seeing Something for the first time and drawing it in your mind's eye. W
Observing God Within The Mundane