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Essays in Attention: As it Appears — Choice

As It Appears  —  Choice

Reflections on presence, perception, and intuition

March 10, 2026

Nature ebbs and flows with little regard for anything beyond its own current. Yet within its shifting boundaries, life quietly thrives. When awareness awakens, hidden possibilities begin to reveal themselves.

The first choice of my day came slowly, before I had fully awakened. I felt the weight of sleep in my limbs, the softness of sheets against my skin, the lingering echo of dreams fading like morning mist.

Deeply fatigued and instinctively wanting to withdraw from the world and its quiet demands, I longed for a day alone — peaceful painting, silence, perhaps more sleep, more dreams. Yet as the early dawn brightened, the rhythm of the morning shifted, and I stayed. The choice was small. But inside, something moved.

And as something inside shifted, my muscles made themselves known, needing to lengthen. Aches and stiffness in my limbs asked to be lengthened. Soreness begged for relief. I responded, stretching each limb. Each reach carried the faint memory of yesterday’s tension, each exhale releasing its hold. As I did, the simple act of extending my body reminded me of presence in the day. It was a call to attention — like the first light brushing the horizon, a sweet expansion of inhabiting the day more completely.

I slowed my expectations and met the rhythm of the morning, open to what could unfold. Moving slower, rather than on my faster time clock, I drank an extra cup of coffee and lingered at the breakfast table, enjoying the conversation. The warm cup in my hands, the soft clink of utensils, the gentle murmur of voices — each detail grounded me in the present. Steam curled into the air, faintly perfumed by the morning light, and the rhythm of voices blended with the soft hum of the day waking.

While engaged, thoughts of my desk and studio were left behind. But it hadn’t been without effort. Night dreams receded as daylight gathered strength. It had been a quiet internal negotiation — one I know well — between the need to withdraw and the willingness to engage, between restoring myself and participating in the shared rhythm of life. Each pause, each deliberate breath, became part of that careful balance. I noticed the gentle tug of instinct, the quiet reminder that attention and care were not opposites but companions.

With a quiet awareness and anticipation of the full possibility of the day ahead, I dove into that interior discussion. Invisible to others but familiarly intense to me. I could remain in the quiet morning and the companionship that sustains me, sinking further into its softness. Or I could rise into the day’s brightness, gathering its energy around me and stepping fully into its momentum. Both felt of equal benefit — yet somehow — maybe not quite equal.

Perhaps the benefit wasn’t measurable. One carried more love, and therefore, the answer in that had more value. It carried a subtle glow, like sunlight reflecting on still water, unseen yet felt. The choice itself became simpler.  And at the core of it — love.

The movement beneath that simplicity was not. I became aware that this small decision had opened a subtle space: a space to notice, to listen, to inhabit both my own needs and the shared rhythm before me. In giving myself over to this gentle negotiation, I found a quiet affirmation of presence, a reminder that even the smallest choices ripple outward.

By letting the morning unfold without resistance, I remembered that trust — in myself, in the flow of life, in the subtle guidance of intuition — is part of every choice, no matter how seemingly minor. And in that awareness, I felt a soft, steady excitement, the kind that hums quietly at the start of a day, carrying the sense that possibility exists in each next step. Even the quietest choices carry ripples, faint yet unbroken, tracing paths that may only reveal themselves in time. Perhaps most of our shaping choices are made this way — quietly, unseen, guided less by certainty than by love.

 

Part of the Attention — Choice series:

As It Appears — Choice

Listening — Choice — March 17, 2026

On Attention — Choice — March 24, 2026

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Jan Bowen
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