Being Aware is Every Where

Today I went to Lowes to buy paint for our living/dining room.  I thought about the man behind the counter, who has the unique job of mixing colors into white paint with absolute precision as to distinguish one color from thousands of other possible colors. In turn, he surprised me with a true artist’s sense as he excitedly brought the bucket to me…”Look at this,” he said with his East Asian accent, “It is a work of art.”  He must have sensed that I would appreciate this, or else he didn’t care and perhaps spoke to all his customers as friends and artists.  So before the mixing machine did its job of homogenizing all the colors into one, we both stood and admired the natural art of the colors.  Looking into the bucket, I saw a moon caught in orbit around an unknown planet, while he was describing clouds and worlds of his own.  Then we both got out our phone cameras and took pictures like it was the most natural thing to do in a hardware store, while all around us people were bustling about buying light bulbs and cement.

In any case, the admiration and enjoyment lasted only a few moments, but the comfortable feeling of connection and upliftment lasted much longer.

By | 2016-12-28T21:22:06+00:00 January 3rd, 2011|appreciation, awareness, notes from Shakta, Poetry|2 Comments

About the Author:

Shakta is an AMS certified Montessori teacher, and the author of five well-known Yoga books, CDs and DVDs. Her latest book, The Yoga Way to Radiance: How to Follow Your Inner Guidance and Nurture Children to do the Same, is scheduled for release in summer of 2016, (Llewellyn Worldwide)   Visit Shakta's Writing and Poetry Site


  1. May 24, 2012 at 2:42 pm - Reply

    Wow very abstract and beautiful!

  2. Grass Oil by Molly Field August 25, 2013 at 9:39 pm - Reply

    THIS. It’s gorgeous. You remind me of me: seeing moments of bliss and beauty in the everyday, the fantastic gifts we are given in the flutter of a leaf from a breeze originating in a weather system that began allllllllllll the way out in the universe, just to find its way to show us itself. And the ‘message’ can live or die with us, it’s up to us. If we see the flutter and don’t consider it, then there it is. But if we see the flutter, think about the larger moment, then carry that bliss with us, it goes on. How lucky you are to have captured that moment with that wonderful, insightful man.

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