How did it get so that we make life so much harder and more complicated than it is?
I’m not minimising the multiple tragedies and agonies that are wracking and wrecking our planet. Heck.  I’ve just been reading the emails my sister has sent. She is in East Asia working with refugee organisations. Heart-rending stories that are relentlessly ongoing.
Everything can seem so overwhelming.
Even when you’re little, and you’re miserable with a bad cold. And missing your mummy who is busy for a few hours.
You can still notice. Stop what you’re doing. Look at the dried gum leaves from the nearby tree that have fallen on the green grass. Crouch down to look at them more closely.

And them start to pick them up. Looking at each one before you put them in your other hand. Seeing every one of those dried gum leaves in their differences of pattern, texture and shape. Finding great joy in collecting dried gum leaves.

Not wanting to ever stop.
No wonder Jesus tells us, “Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”