Picking Things Up.

The following blog is an excerpt from an the last entry I made in my journal/sketchbook over a year ago. The realization hit me like a load of bricks when I noticed it sitting on top of my dresser and realized that what I used to do on paper with pen is now online. Time will tell which one is the wise choice, but at this moment they will cross.

How much of our lives is spent picking things up? Pick up what you dropped, pick up a book you have forgotten, pick up my children's' toys, and even picking up this journal for the first time in too long. We pick up pearls of knowledge, pick up new phrases, pick up new jobs & customers, pick up our kids and pick up our friends when they are down. We pick up the phone more and more each day while our face-to-face interaction slows. Pick up pennies on the street even though they are not worth much. Pick up a cold when someone is thoughtful enough to bring it to work. Pick up games, pick up trash, pick up sticks, and on and on. To pick up is to grasp, hold, feel, understand and care. It is the curiosity that makes us human and the spirituality that gives us humanity.

May we live long enough to pick up many things.