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Focusing

See that?  That's the end of your nose.  And maybe just a short space in front of it.  Pretty easy to focus on that, isn't it?  That's the

Get up, get dressed,
Why am I already stressed?
Where's your trainers?  Where's my keys?
Not "I want, I want!"  Say please!
Now your coat's on front to back - 
No, you may not have a snack.
Out the door, we're running late.
Look, a car! A dog! A gate!
Now who was it I had to see?
Do you really need a wee?
One day I'll make this house pristine.
Right now I don't have time to clean.
What's for dinner?  I don't know..
OK, off to bed you go!
Story, pajamas, lights out, sleep.
Collapse in an exhausted heap. 

of everyday life.

Now turn that focus wheel... out... out... out...

Past Immediate Concerns...
Past Worries About Family...
Past Where Is My Life Going To...
Past News of Importance I Should Have An Opinion About...

See that?   That's a star... so far away that the light has taken hundreds of years to reach your eye.  

Watch it.  Maybe it will come closer.  

Maybe it will lead you...

 Focus.


When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
    the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, 
 what is man that you are mindful of him,
    and the son of man that you care for him?
Psalm 8:3-4 
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