Have you noticed? We humans sometimes mistake action for proof of life. As children, we learned to “look busy,” “hurry up” and “finish first.” “Stop staring…dawdling…daydreaming.” We were taught that speed is competence and rest must be earned. We rush through our movements and memories before they can mean anything, and we measure our days by what was accomplished rather than what was learned. What was discovered? We photograph moments—smiles and sunsets—before we actually see them. Meanwhile, we covet the extraordinary things.But there is poetry in the everyday and the ordinary. There is an inner world, a whole inner life just waiting for you to enter. Linger longer. Stay until you get bored. Discover the indiscernible movement inside imagination. There, all the ordinary things become more than what they seemed.