Practicing Presence

by Jeremy Frye

Learning to Notice the Life Already Around Us

Each morning, I try to begin the day the same way, sitting quietly in the living room with a cup of coffee, looking out the window and allowing the day to arrive before I rush out to meet it. Last fall my son and I built a small birdhouse and hung it in the yard outside that window. For months it stood empty. But one morning this spring I noticed a flash of blue moving through the branches. A pair of bluebirds had found the little house. I watched them return again and again, inspecting it carefully, until finally one slipped inside. It occurred to me then that if I had not been sitting there, paying attention, I might never have known they had come.

It was a small moment, easily missed. But it reminded me how much of life reveals itself only to those who are willing to notice.

One of the simplest, and most difficult, practices of soul friendship is learning to pay attention.

Most of us move through our days in a state of partial presence. Our bodies are here, but our minds are somewhere else. We are thinking about what just happened, what needs to happen next, what we forgot to do, or what we hope will change tomorrow. Life becomes a blur of obligations and transitions. We rush from one thing to another without ever quite arriving.

And in that hurry, we miss the very things that give life its meaning.

We miss the neighbor walking past our house.
We miss the subtle shift of seasons in the trees outside our window.
We miss the quiet invitation of God present in the ordinary moments of the day.

Soul friendship begins with something much simpler than we often imagine. It begins with attention.

To be an anam cara—a soul friend—is first to become someone who is willing to notice. To see what is already here. To be present enough that another person, another creature, or even the land itself can come fully into view.

Jesus seemed to live this way.

He noticed people others overlooked. A tax collector sitting in a tree. A woman quietly reaching for the edge of his garment. Children who were being pushed aside by the disciples. A blind man calling out from the roadside.

Again and again in the gospels, Jesus stops. He turns. He sees.

And in that moment of attention, something changes. The person in front of him is no longer invisible. They are known. They are welcomed. They are restored to the circle of belonging.

I have experienced the power of that kind of attention in my own life. There have been seasons when I moved through the world carrying more than I knew how to name, and most of the people around me were simply too busy to notice. Life was moving quickly for everyone. Conversations stayed on the surface. Nothing seemed obviously wrong, but something inside me felt unseen.

But once, in the middle of one of those seasons, a friend paused long enough to look a little closer. They noticed what others had missed. They asked a question that opened a door I hadn’t realized was closed. In that moment something shifted—not because the problem was solved, but because someone had seen me.

And sometimes being seen is the beginning of healing.

We often think love requires extraordinary effort. But very often it begins with something far more ordinary: the willingness to stop and see.

This kind of attention is not easy in the world we inhabit. Our lives are filled with distractions designed to capture and hold our focus. Devices vibrate in our pockets. Screens glow late into the night. News cycles and social media compete constantly for our attention.

Over time, we begin to live as though our attention belongs to everything except the people and places nearest to us.

But attention is one of the most sacred gifts we possess. What we attend to shapes who we become. When we give our attention to the small circle of life around us—to our neighbors, our communities, the land beneath our feet—we begin to rediscover the world as gift.

This kind of presence cannot be forced. It must be practiced.

It may begin with something as simple as taking a walk through your neighborhood without headphones, allowing your senses to open to what is around you. The sound of a dog barking in the distance. The smell of damp soil after rain. The unplanned exchange of a greeting with someone tending their yard.

Or perhaps it begins by lingering a little longer in conversation with a friend instead of glancing at your phone.

Or by sitting in silence for a few moments at the beginning of the day, allowing your soul to settle before the noise begins.

These are small practices. But over time they begin to reshape the way we move through the world.

We begin to notice things we once overlooked. The subtle beauty of ordinary life. The quiet needs of people around us. The presence of God woven through the fabric of the everyday.

And once we begin to notice, love has somewhere to land.

This is how soul friendship begins to grow—not through grand gestures, but through the patient work of paying attention.

When we learn to notice one another, we create space for trust. When we notice the land, we begin to care for it. When we notice our own souls, we begin to understand what we carry and what we need.

Attention gathers what the world has scattered.

It brings us back to the present moment, where love is actually possible.

This week, try a small experiment.

Choose one ordinary moment each day to practice presence. Perhaps it is a walk through your neighborhood, a meal shared with someone you love, or a few quiet minutes at the start of the morning.

Slow down.

Look around.

Notice who and what has been placed in your life.

You may discover that the life you were searching for somewhere else has been quietly waiting for you right here the whole time you’ve been looking.

And perhaps one morning, while sitting quietly with a cup of coffee and watching the world outside your window, you will notice something you might have missed before—a small flash of life returning, like a pair of bluebirds discovering a little house that had been patiently waiting for their arrival.

Because the practice of presence does not transport us to another world.

It simply allows us to see this one more clearly.

And when we begin to see clearly, we discover that love has been waiting for our attention all along.