I'm always asking people to notice things. It's a way of pulling people into a different part of their brain, of asking them to stop thinking so much and just be attentive to their bodies, their feelings. You get good at this, and suddenly realize that God's been hanging out right over your shoulder, and you never even...well, noticed.
Noticing and judgment live on opposite sides of town. And noticing and decision making are only loosely acquainted. Rather, noticing seduces us into a slow evolution of our practices, which in turn carve us into new people.
This morning I noticed that the opening phrase of Bobby McFerrin's Psalm 23 turns my choir students into different creatures. My pianist plays the opening chord, I inhale and sing the first line, and the children are suddenly motionless in their seats, ears almost visibly pricked, as that major second sounds, and each of us waits, expectantly, for a resolution that will not come.