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The paradoxical. The familiarity with what appears outwardly seems strong. The inward inquiry (seeing who I am) is a strangely physical experience. It is like an energy, it is like an empowering, a physical tone, an uplift, a rootedness, courage, a faring forth into the world. It is enlivening. The result of this is seeing the outward “familiar” as anew.
I am looking outside at the trees just beginning to leaf out, and the birds flying around them. It is very peaceful and I am grateful for the gift of sight.
Beautiful fluffy clouds in a beautiful blue sky and the decorative chain hanging in the center of my balcony
The gift of smelling a wonderful Byriani (Indian Dish) which a friend of mine is preparing for dinner in my kitchen
Yum! Enjoy, Hermann-Josef!
As it always seems to be with me, it is my sense of hearing that I feel most gifted by. Ironic since I suffer with tinnitus. But over the years I have been habituated to the ringing and on some very blessed days all is quiet. I always give thanks for the quiet days! Regardless, the meditative music that I have playing in the background during my morning devotions, along with the lovely sound of my bubbling Buddha fountain provide relief. This morning I am also enjoying the sound of the birds that have come to visit our feeders…spring has arrived here in the western U.S. 🌳🌼🌻🌺🐦
A yogi said the sound of tinnitus is ‘om’ – it’s wonderful to enjoy sound in the presence of tinnitus, Diane. That’s related to the main message of “The Beauty of Dusk – on vision lost and found” by Frank Bruni. I just finished it, and I recommend it.
MIca…thank you for sharing this. My therapist has shared that ringing in ears has been thought by some to be spiritual……messages from beyond. It’s an idea that I have been letting percolate. I want to always keep my heart open to mystery. Om Shanti friend.♥
I am about to go on a walk outside with my husband on a beautiful day, so I am thankful for the gift of vision to see all of earth’s beautiful creations
My sense of hearing. I am truly enjoying the quiet, the calm, the peaceful quiet, with occasional bird song, while I do my “morning thing”. I am blessed.
My hearing is giving me the gift of peace in this moment. By being able to trust my hearing, I am able to know that all is ok in my house and surroundings, despite not being able to see beyond my current room. There are no thuds, crashes, screams, or whimpers – only the sound of birds chirping, air flowing, computer softly buzzing, and cars driving in the distance.
My eyes are allowing me to see the bright sunshine lighting up the house, as well as the blue sky and the beautiful tree outside my window.
Having recently moved here, I am experiencing much of my immediate surroundings for the first time. As I sat down this morning, I noticed that my neighbor across the street has beautiful white flowering plants that are poking over the top of her fence. I will definitely take a closer look today.
My eyes are able to see the beautiful colors of the blossoming flowers surrounding my house and the dazzling sunrise that rose into the sky the morning fresh air with a light breeze added to the beauty of this morning
The delicious taste of food shared at lunch together with some friends today. The beauty of the well-prepared variety of salad, some cheese and fried potatoes, the joyful company with my friends and the sun warming us while sitting outside the restaurant made the break a wonderful experience for all of us.
My eyes are ready for my morning read … a new book at the ready.
The warmth of my morning tea.
Every year I watch the maple leaves unfold outside these windows in the spring. It takes a few weeks to go from the red bud at the end of a gray branch, into tiny pops of red-bronze leaves, emerging like little lacy tents at the end of branches, then the color shifts to spring green, and daily those lacy tents get larger, and lastly open like umbrellas into a maple leaf canopy. I’ve been watching every spring for decades and I never tire of it. Some mornings are grey, a couple mornings have even been snowy with the snow sitting on the leaves, and some mornings are sunny with the sunrays coming low across the landscape. Some mornings are both sunny and breezy, so that the light and leaves dance together. It is like a musical piece, a symphony, that I get to hear every spring, gently progressing it’s melody towards summer.
With my bedroom window at night, I am graced to the sounds of birds chirping at 4am . They are announcing a new day, new opportunities for me.
I’m very happy that I have a happy thought.
My eyes are seeing the coffee beans in the grinder, waiting for me to turn the knob., then pouring the freshly ground beans into the coffee machine, and seeing that deep, dark liquid pour into the coffee pot. Wonderful sight!
Right now I am appreciating my eyesight. Yesterday I had a long overdue eye test (due to the restrictions) and I need quite a significant change in the lenses so I am looking forward to having my new glasses and seeing everything much more clearly. Meanwhile I can see a beautiful blue sky with fluffy white clouds and flowers bursting into bloom in my garden and all the lovely things I have around me that enhance my life and give me comfort.
My sense of taste is offering me pleasure of a crisp sweet apple.
The gift of viewing a beautiful sunrise on this gorgeous spring morning.
Though I am rather fond of all my working senses, my eyesight is one that I cherish in particular. I’ve had glaucoma in both eyes for 37 years yet still see fairly well, thanks to simple prescription eye drops and other treatments. A retinal occlusion in my right eye, which came out of nowhere ten year ago, damaged the vision in that eye, but I am hugely grateful that injections every twelve weeks keeps that eye’s vision from worsening to the point of blindness.
Every day I am reminded of the gift and blessing of my eyesight by our dog, Gracie, who is blind, yet tools around inside and outside our home with relative ease. Being a dog, her other senses have become super sensitive, and I sometimes wonder how I would fare if, like Grace, I had lost my vision as a person midway through life.
My ears hear the birds outside in the still devoid of sunrise dawn. Unlike Michele I seem to be less interested in what type they are like I know but 🦚🦚 they aren’t. Would appreciate knowing more birds the rare ones seem to interest me more.
I certainly do go to parks the more eccentric varieties of 🐦🦅🦉🦜 might be found by a birdwatcher not I. I mainly go to soak in the amazing sights of the Earth and plantlife but my gift of sight also notices 🐿️🐿️ so I will take whatever wildlife wants to reveal themselves as well. Meditating on rocks down the gully walls in the streams and Qigong to keep my spirit fresh and invigorate my body, train my monkey mind.
Anyways Spring is here chirping near. Wish I could move one day out of a more populated town to a place where wild nature still runs wild most freely. I do not appreciate toxic modern Earth rapey development but that is where the megabucks are I guess what a true shame
I had to grab my robe when I woke up because it’s cold this morning (my laptop is telling me it’s 54 degrees – brrrr…). It was chilly yesterday as well, which isn’t totally uncommon, but not our usual weather here in the south (USA) particularly as it’s already reached the upper 80s. And even though I prefer the warmth, I appreciate the brisk air. Anything I can feel reminds me that I’m alive! And it’s a little gift before the heat kicks in and stays until the fall. Or, as one person at work put it yesterday, “the calm before the storm.” hahaha! It sure does get hot in the summertime!
😄 My husband sees it the same way as you, Patti, and he reminds us in winter that in summer we will be “boiling,” and he reminds us in summer that soon we will be shivering and shoveling! How right you are that these changes remind us that we are alive and in the stream of constant change!
I hope it is a little warmer now. ~love.
It definitely warmed up while I was working. High 70s now, and I’m just taking a break inside to do some reading before I go bask in nature and pull some weeds from my garden 🙂
sound- I hear my coffee maker brewing and I hear the peacocks.
I have just placed a lily of the valley from the garden with the portrait of Karel my husband. What a wonderful smell, and how Karel loved that smell. In one of the earlier questions I mentioned that I smelled Lilies of the valley after Karel passed away. I am connected with this fragrance, just as I am also connected with love. I am so happy that lilies of the valley are now blooming again in the garden.
I just noticed them yesterday. They are blooming here, too, Christine! 💛
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