Another word for this is mindfulness.
It's actually a key Buddhist principle, but I was first introduced to the concept by a nun.
Sister Donna was a feisty nun who taught basket weaving at a convent just north of downtown Pittsburgh. (Actually, she's probably there, though it's been close to 10 years since I took her class).
One night as I was botching my weaving, Sister Donna shared with us a little pamphlet on mindfulness. I was intrigued.
You're brushing your teeth, it explained. When was the last time you remember feeling the bristles in your mouth or the precise mint taste of your toothpaste? When was the last time you used all five senses to fully experience a moment?
Well, heck if I knew. But, it sounded like a good idea.
Life moves on, as it always does, and three kids and many responsibilities later, mindfulness has become that much more important.
And that much harder to achieve.
Mindfulness in the Buddhist tradition is described as a calm awareness of one's body functions and feelings--a sort of meditation prerequisite. Evidently, mindfulness also has many therapeutic applications in Western psychology...accepting things as they are and living now, without carrying the baggage of the past, or worrying about the future.
But, Buddhism and counseling aside, what's God's take?
In my quiet times with God, when everyday concerns creep in and distract, He tells me to lift my eyes to higher things, to focus on this moment with Him.
In my daily life when all I can do is stare blindly down at the path to be trod in front of me, He tells me to lift my eyes and look around me. How much I miss when my gaze is trained on pavement, rather than the trees, sky, and the wonders of the wide world He created.
Look up, He counsels gently, look around you. Treasure what you have.
Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.