NOTICING 2025: I wrote this haiku based on what the sock drawer/Logos/Revelation-of-God communicated to me/us this morning.
Noticing the Noticer
mountain tops cry out whoopee cushions tickle bums surprise me Wonder
I have been intentionally mismatching my socks—from a creative, philosophical, and theological standpoint—for the last, I don’t know, 8+ years. My wife thanks me because she, by egalitarian consensus participatory group process, is the shepherd of the laundry workflow in our household. Allowing socks to exist in their pre-incarnate, mismatched, formless form is a big load off her plate. It also sprinkles a little wonder into my day.
Happy January 3rd!