This week, I’ve been thinking about attention, how it drifts, how it fractures, how it shapes everything around us.

Christmas is a strange kind of pause. Not a break from life, but a reminder that life lives in the small moments: a laugh with someone we love, a quiet cup of tea, a conversation held without distraction.

I’ve noticed how much of my own attention is usually split, braced for the next demand. But when I slow down, even just a little, I see how presence tr…