I learnt a long time ago to pay attention to my internal state as I move through the living world. I started noticing a felt tug in my body that would move me in a particular direction.
It was like tracking through my senses rather than just my rational mind. Initially I found this disconcerting. Was I mad?
Then, as I visited different traditional cultures, I began to realise that this rigid boundary our intellects place between subject and object was faulty.
Over the years I have refined the practice of being mindful when I move through the landscape, and mindful of my internal response to different parts of it.
Time and time again I was tugged in the direction that proved more wholesome for me, where the gluts and zones of abundance that my reasoning mind could not see were just around the corner.
This attentive habit — trusting that life shows you the right path, noticing yourself as well as what is being observed — is what distinguishes presence from merely looking.
What would this way of operating in the world change in your observations today, if you started to attend to what you are bringing to the landscape?