LOVE

Love is the compass of attention.

It is the act of noticing, again and again, what draws us most fully awake. Love is where the mind returns when free to wander, where the eyes linger though the world is crowded with distraction. It is the current beneath awareness, the choice to dwell in the presence of another, or in a pursuit, or in a place, with a fidelity deeper than convenience.

Love is vigilance, not possession, the steady training of one’s perception toward what we refuse to let fade into background noise.

To love is to curate awareness, to hold the fragile and the fierce alike in the circle of one’s noticing, until the ordinary becomes luminous and the passing becomes indelible.