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Greetings. Thanks for visiting The Noticing Stone and taking the time to remember to be present in the moment. Here’s a story about a man who forgot. The Man Who Slept Through Thursday. There once was a man named Ralph who lived for Fridays. Each Monday, he tightened his tie like a noose and whispered, “Just four more days.” Tuesday passed in spreadsheets. Wednesday vanished in meetings. By Thursday, he was a ghost in his own life. One morning, Ralph awoke to find Thursday mi

Welcome, friend. If you’ve arrived here weary, distracted, or simply curious, this space is for you. The Noticing Stone is not a place of answers, but of invitations. Today, I offer you a story. One that might land softly in your chest, or stir something long asleep in your wings. --- Once, in a grove where the wind whispered secrets to the leaves, there lived a bird who had forgotten it could fly. It wasn’t born flightless. In its youth, it soared with others, tracing spiral

Welcome. Take a breath with me. Imagine stepping into a small theater — the kind with velvet curtains, rows of empty seats, a stage lit softly. This is the theater of your mind.   Scenes play out here all the time. Some are joyful, some troubling, some just scraps of memory or imagination. Actors arrive uninvited. Scripts unfold without rehearsal. Often it feels like the play is running itself, while we sit in the audience, carried along.   But there is another role we can ta

​Hi, Liam. Today let’s take a look at the Quiet Power of another superhero. In the bustling, boisterous world of superheroes, where capes...