The Hum in the Office.
The hum is low and steady, a quiet whooshing. Reminiscent of the ocean sound heard when one puts their ear to a conch shell. When my mind starts to wander, as it often does, the hum draws me back to the here and now.
I didn't notice the hum right away when I first moved to the new office, but when I did, I couldn't un-hear it. I turned to my coworkers, five of us in this bland, stark room, and asked, "Do you guys hear that hum? Where's it coming from?" The only plausible guess was the two vents located in the ceiling of the room.
I dreaded moving to this new office space. Windowless and drab. The list of shoulds weighing on my mind, prodding me towards gratitude, "the hours are reasonable, that the commute only takes 40 minutes, I like my coworkers..." Gratitude doesn’t pair with should very easily.
But the hum is a welcome surprise. The sound is very comforting to me. I like to imagine that it is a spiritual presence in this room, reminding me that divine love is always available and the present moment is all that matters. Anything, even a steady whooshing sound, can serve as a message that Divine Love is ever present, even in the most mundane of circumstances.