As I ease-off my treadmill I am reminded of what I need to do, what I feel I need to do and what I want to do. Three pieces of brain-turf with fuzzy boundaries – like intersecting circles in Venn diagrams .
Today, or tomorrow, things will happen which turn things upside down – or flip over appearing differently. I can’t always see the landscape being altered, but I know it is.
Changing where we live, who we see, who we work with – or replacing old things with new, - doesn’t really change much of anything.
I don’t mean a 35,000 ft. view, or view from the moon, because those views are quite obviously not altered.
Our view that matters most, perhaps the only one that matters, is that one we see from inside our own eyeballs.
If we see things the same way, nothing changed. If we see events, ideas, people and circumstances the same way, nothing changed.
I’ve always enjoyed time I’ve spent with blind people – they seem to laugh more easily, or more often. I’ve wondered if they see better than I do – seeing real, not superficial. Seeing reality without hype or glossy finishes. Seeing right through the most, or least, obvious of things that those of us with able eyes miss entirely.
There is a time for opening our eyes wider, but we can’t see any more than we already see.
There is time for closing them – calmly, addressing what we know, and what we don’t, without clutter of what we see.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 10C/50F, clear, light breeze (very nice blast of wind and rain last evening cooled us down), new shoes, wet grass, wet dog – nice little sprint felt so good!