Eyes
to See
“The
question is not what you look at, but what you see.”
Henry
David Thoreau
I have been searching for
a hose nozzle for two weeks. I bought it last year; it's one of those
good ones with a handle and several different spray settings. I have
looked everywhere—in the yard, where I attached the hose to a
sprinkler, on both porches, in the basement. I've searched multiple
times with no luck. This morning, I sat down to write at my usual
place on the porch, looked across the table, and there lay the
nozzle. Who can say why the mind plays such tricks on us? Why do we
fail to register what is right in front of our faces?
We do this in many
aspects of our lives. We say, “I just didn't see this coming,”
when everyone around us clearly did. We do it with people, as well.
We develop an opinion based on first impressions and hearsay, and
then fit that human being into a template of our own making.
Sometimes, we're right—sometimes the first thirty seconds is all we
need to assess their personality, and whether or not we like them.
But what if we meet them when they're having a bad day; what if
they've just lost a loved one, or they've been fighting with their
mate, or they've got a sick child that's weighing heavily on them?
Or, what if we are encountering one of those hardships ourselves on
that day? Would that color our vision? Our eyes see only what is already in our mind and our heart.
We have eyes to see, and
ears to hear, but sometimes our judgment is not so keen. In these
polarized times, we might learn to say, “I could be wrong about
this.” We might search our own hearts to see what's hidden there.
There could be something in plain sight that we are simply missing.
In the Spirit,
Jane
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