For some it is a way of life—to observe, to note, to take in the small details. For those of us who are not owls it requires an ongoing discipline of cultivating wide eyes to notice life’s tiniest blessings.
What do you see right now if you enter the mode of wide eyes?
I see all the art on my walls, much of which was given to me: three paintings and two window decorations my oldest brother made for me, a postcard my old peer specialist gave me, a drawing of my now-deceased dog that a classmate gave me when I admired it, a magnet an old friend gave me, a magnet that was given to me in college, a drawing my best friend in elementary school drew and gave to me, a painting I got at work, a picture of an elephant made up of thin wood pieces a friend in high school brought me back from his visit to Africa, two posters and stained glass eighth notes my sister gave me – and those were just the 2D ones. I have many, many objects that were given to me. I tend to feel isolated and unloved (probably due to my depression), but even a keep glance around my room should prove to me that I’m not entirely unwanted.
It seems that this site, being an interesting one, could use more communicators. I enjoyed reading the one from Martin today; how true that we can realize the thoughtfulness of others by just looking around or
“thinking around”. Considering what I “see” is this: being able to see. I have a friend (and his wife) who comes to the fellowship and both are blind, have raised two sighted children, now grown and one a married mother. I understand how they “see” so much but of course miss the sunsets, the new greening of the trees and other beauty. I use my eyes and my senses to absorb all I can, with gratitude.