For my research, I’ve been reading about neuroplasticity in the last days. Things like a study did a few years ago showing that interacting with our smartphones, it actually changes the way our thumbs and brain work together. Dr Ghosh, the author of the study, suggests that “that cortical sensory processing in the contemporary brain is continuously shaped by personal digital technology.“
More and more, we have proofs that the choice of where we put our attention, shapes who we are.
Two days ago I went to the supermarket. There was a heaviness in the air, affecting everybody. A few people moving quickly around the shelves, avoiding each other and not only physically. No eye contact, no smiles.
I talked to the lady at the till and she told me that nobody says hello or goodbye anymore. We are letting fear expand in our minds, hearts and souls. As a result, the space left for other feelings and emotions is shrinking.
Then a dear friend sent me this powerful poem yesterday.
The wine of divine Grace is limitless.
All limits come only
from the limitation of the cup.
Moonlight floods the whole sky
from horizon to horizon,
How much it can fill your room
depends on its windows.
Grant a great dignity, my friend,
to the cup of your life;
Love has designed it
to hold His eternal wine.
The amount of love that can fill my room depends on its windows.
I must remind myself to check every day what windows I’m keeping open.
I must keep shut the one of fear, we all the negative news trying to flood in. And hold wide open the ones of love and connection.