Intention to Detail

I appreciate detail.

The human capacity to reveal and understand the minutiae of the small parts in this “big everything” stirs wonder in my brain and joy in my heart. My voracious appetite for knowledge treats a bookstore like a buffet, piling more on the plate than I can possibly ingest — and growing my library all the time.

My fascination includes the ultra simple and super complex.

I get lost in the intricacy of all sorts of unrelated topics: word choice, theoretical physics, blades of grass. To study the design of a sentence or universe or yard is to peer into another mind, to see for a moment what moves that soul.

There is purity in deep attention.

Intense focus — the kind we engage in when concentrating on the problems we yearn to solve — sifts through the unimportant and uninteresting. The outcome takes center stage, like when a tailor cuts a suit or seamstress sews a dress. Results are conceived of as a reflection of the individual. And, as such, the creation is magnificent — regardless of what anyone else says.

We often forget to account for ourselves in this way.

What matters gets lost in the shuffle of paying the mortgage or making sure we coordinate the calendar. We buzz around attempting to accomplish all we can and are unwilling or unable to infuse life with the richness everyone hopes for with “quiet desperation.”

Thus, we spend years begging to experience what we know is available.

If we’re lucky, we decide to pursue it.

We train our eyes on sharing love and expressing passion, then set about to do it every hour of every day.

For, as the craftsman knows, in works great and small:

Without intention, there is no beauty.


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