There is a certain relevance to life that is hard to hear in the business of the day. The past and future come pounding on my brain. It is in the time I spend alone with God that I tune my soul to the music of the dance. I can begin to hear the song in the most wondrous places, in the most unexpected circumstances. I am called to the rhythm and even if no one else has ears, I enter in the song.
Accustom yourself every morning to look for a moment at the sky and suddenly you will be aware of the air around you, the scent of morning freshness that is bestowed on you between sleep and labor. You will find every day that the gable of every house has its own particular look, its own special lighting. Pay it some heed if you will have for the rest of the day a remnant of satisfaction and a touch of coexistence with nature. Gradually and without effort the eye trains itself to transmit many small delights, to contemplate nature and the city streets, to appreciate the inexhaustible fun of daily life.
