I've been thinking about attention lately. How we pay it, as if it were currency. How some things deserve our careful notice and others do not.

But I wonder if this economy of attention misses something essential. Perhaps attention isn't a limited resource to be rationed, but a muscle to be exercised. Perhaps the more attention we pay, the more we have to give.

The dandelion pushing through the sidewalk crack. The way a friend's voice changes when they speak of something they love. The particular quality of light at 4pm on a winter afternoon. These small attentions don't deplete us. They fill us up.