CONTEXT: The Old and Familiar
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My desk in the new upstairs office I’m slowly creating is the mahogany dining room table I knew as a child. When I sat at it then, it was in the center of the room, and my focus was on what was on it. When I sit at it now, I’m at eye level with the branches of a massive dogwood tree outside the window and my attention is often drawn to what I can see outside. Today there is a squirrel in that dogwood tree whose “dining room table” has almost certainly been my yard for generations of his family. And now we’ve made eye contact and surprised each other, me looking out, him looking in.