I recently fell in love…with an old building that caught my eye last summer when it came up for sale. As I walked through it, it spoke to me. Not once, not twice, but every time I set foot inside it. The building silently told me things; it showed me how much beauty there is in history, how much authenticity there is in a structure that has seen nearly two centuries…and it was clear that we had always belonged there. My business and I. The worn wooden floors, beams that have been around for almost 200 years, and the gorgeous stone wall that stretches up two stories and somehow makes me feel instantly safe. I feel at home in this place.
More often than not, life happens to us, and if we aren’t listening, we miss out on opportunities that could transform us, adding a new dimension to our lives that we didn’t even know we needed. My heart is at peace in this place. Because of the instant, unexplainable connection I felt to this ancient, creaky, stone house, I’m trying to listen more. I’m trying to pay more attention to and appreciate the beauty in old things. Things that have endured. Places with a story to tell. I’m also trying to listen more to things that can’t be seen. There is energy surrounding all things, so I’m trying to listen with my instincts, my heart, my fibers, my nerve endings.
There’s magic in feeling things you can’t explain. Sometimes people pull us to them for reasons we might not know yet. Sometimes things or places speak to us silently in ways we cannot explain. But if you pay attention- if you listen- those experiences leave you different than before.
Open your eyes. Pay attention. Trust me, you do not want to miss these moments…they guide us, they fulfill us, and they connect us.