How often do we walk past swans and not even notice them? What about the perfect rose? They are there whether we see them or not. You could say that about anything, really. What we choose to focus our lens on is what we see. The story our mind hears is self-created, narrated and read by the voice inside of our head. How do we raise the blinds and turn down the volume so we can be open to what else is beyond our usual lens and greater than our stories?
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