When I look up there’s so much more to see. Trees reach up and play with the sunshine. There’s a whole life going on at an upper level that if I’m hustling along too fast, miss. Looking up, really looking up, makes me stop in my tracks and pay attention to no other moment than the one right in front of my eyes. That is my goal. Now. Not yesterday and “all I did wrong” or “all they did to me” or “whatever ever else I can come up with.”

This little exercise is a lot harder than it looks. Sometimes the voices in my head have a whole party going on in there. Yet look what I found when I told the voices to go home. I don’t want to miss Cherub-like ladies in the window chucking while chatting on the phone. I don’t want to miss statues of Bishops that - if you look closely - is cross-eyed?

There’s a catch though. Always looking up can be wrought with problems. I’m a testament to that. It all comes back to that balance thing. Look up; look down; never loose sight of what’s straight ahead. Who’s got time for anything else?