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all my judgments are tossed aside. curiosity rules and I am suddenly wise. I am a very emotional person for now, so this doesn’t happen very often.
when I see with fresh eyes, I don’t try to read my meaning onto what I see, I observe.
When I look with fresh eyes, I begin to see how complex and mysterious everything is. For instance, if I look at a tree with fresh eyes, I begin to wonder at how life came to be and to marvel at how the processes within small cells and DNA end up creating such a large wonder. Or when I look at light with fresh eyes, I begin to marvel that light is the same thing as matter, with the exception that matter, at the quantum level, is basically just light that is frozen. Pretty much anything I can think of has some level of mysteriousness and complexity to it that becomes obvious when I look with fresh eyes.
I am transformed. I come closer to the truth of things when I look with fresh eyes . This is my experience for example as I walk the path of reconciliation with Indigenous peoples. There is another worldview which is valid and needed if we are to right current life threatening imbalances.
Once you’ve seen it, you know where to look, how to look, what to look for. Some people say they lost it. Perhaps what they are really saying is they’ve lost the feeling of it, they’ve lost the euphoria, they’ve lost the joy of it or the initial, emotional thrust of it. It is always there no matter what the feeling.
Reminds me of a finding that when you close your eyes and envision a color as fully and completely as you can, when you open your eyes anything with that color will be much more prominent than before. When immersed in a task for a long while our minds stop seeing and appreciating – the mental image or conception is all we experience. Leaving reboots and allows us to be more deliberate and intentional – less primed and fixated on what came before. I suppose hence the beauty of weekends, vacations, sleep, and breaks.
Sometimes when I was working on a painting , there very often came a point when I had to stop and leave it. After a view days I had a completely new look on the painting. Then I could finish it easily. Fresh eyes I have only in a state of not being the thinker. Only the looking is there.
Once again, a very timely question for me. Pondering it brings joy.
We have been in our new home state for a year now. At first, all I could “see” is what was missing from our previous environment. Where are the Northern Cardinals that abounded at our feeders? The old growth trees? The bats that flew overhead at night as we looked out over the farmland? The cows and horses that greeted me on my walks?
I am so grateful now to see my new environment with different eyes. No cardinals here, but just recently we saw a brilliant blue Mountain Bluebird! We are not living on farmland, but the Rocky Mountains are our backdrop now! A recent camping excursion took us to the beauty of the Arkansas River flowing through the Royal Gorge…no cows but bighorn sheep! Our sister, Mother Earth never fails to delight if only we have eyes to see.
Om Shanti friends ♥
Diane, it sounds so beautiful. Glad you have found joy in your new home. ❤️
I see things I then can’t unsee, and I also see what isn’t there. My perspective changes forever. In writing this I’m thinking of the ways that learning about transportation design as I work in that field has changed the way I view streets and who they’re designed for, the way that coming to recognition of the long-term effects of systemic racism and the pervasiveness of ableism has changed what I do and say and try to change. Every time I look with fresh eyes I become a new person.
To share one of my own small experiences in this regard, in 2017 I started hiking regularly. It’s something I had always loved to do but rarely got the chance and suddenly I had the opportunity to do it more frequently. One April day, I decided to take a break and have my lunch by a stream just a few feet off the trail. I took off my back pack and was about to set it down when my eyes caught a flash of yellow. I looked closer and when I got down on my hands and knees I realized that yellow speck was a tiny but very unusual flower (what I now know is a trout lily – erythronium americanum). I could not believe that something was already growing – and blooming! – in the otherwise brown, barren expanse of woods. Suddenly I started to look around, except now I was looking down instead of up, and I found that there were actually flowers EVERYWHERE. Tiny white, pale pink, and purple blooms peeking through the leaf litter. Though I had been out hiking all day, I hadn’t seen them. But that one little yellow bloom shifted my focus. Instead of looking out over the expanse of woods or waiting for the grand views, my attention was now on the forest floor, where unbeknownst to me before there was so much life and color. Spring beauty, hepatica, anemones – the spring ephemerals. I didn’t know any of their names at the time, but after that experience I became determined to name and know as many local, native wildflowers that I could. I suddenly saw what I thought was just an expanse of bare trees and dead leaves in a whole new light.
What a delight, Nicki, to find so many surprises on the forest floor! I am going to be looking even more closely than before on my treks through the forest.
It has been maintained by Sages and Enlightened ones of the passed that ‘Flexibility’ is a true indication of advancement in Applied Human consciousness, very beneficial in all aspects.
To day’s ‘Word of the Day’ with its “what if” …opens many doors and windows wrt the subject of “sorrow” …well worth exploring outwardly for living examples? Yes, O’yes!
But it is also an opportunity to “look within” by way of introspection, watching for any “yes buts”voices and “no that doesn’t seem to fit what we want to protect” voices and “this is to complicated lest not go there” voices….All those voices jumping in……
BUT following through the INVITING thought line and observing “other” voices quietly coming forward and noting the insights they bring ….then there arises point worth considering again ….not necessarily right away …..not jumping to conclusions …but windows and doors of opportunities and insights that say …”Yes’ I can see how there are truths to these concepts …I will watch for more of those to arrises”
Wold of the Day
“Is sorrow the true wild? And if it is—and if we join them—your wild to mine—what’s that? For joining, too, is a kind of annihilation. What if we joined our sorrows, I’m saying. I’m saying: What if that is joy?
For me it is appreciation. It is also the magnificent creation of the divine and the multitude of possibilities. Maya Angelou says “This is a wonderful day. I have never seen this one before. “
How I see things changes. That is one reason I like book clubs and some discussion groups. I can see things from a different perspective; ideas I have never thought of myself. It is always a plus for me, and keeps the cobwebs out of my old brain.
My perspective of how I see things and my reactions to it changes. Sometimes we only view things how we believe they should be without looking at other perspectives.
There’s room for new information, for another’s viewpoint. Often though, fresh eyes show me what’s been right in front of me all along, but I see it without the baggage I can heap onto my daily experience.
Getting to the space where there is stillness, gives rise to being able to look out with fresh eyes, where everything is more alive and vibrant.
Making this the habit of mind is a goal.
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