Getting outside of Me

Getting outside of my house (literally and mentally) is a good thing. Looking, seeing, perceiving beyond my own problems, failures, inadequacies and focusing on something else besides me changes my view (literally and mentally). Focusing on the ripples in the bay not on the pile of leaves left by hurricane Irma, stopping to help the mother with three kids load her car before rushing into the grocery store, listening to a five-year-old‘s story of how she swallow her tooth change me, move me, alter my narrow self-centered state into a wide, light-filled experience. When I get outside, I can see.