The world is different through my eyes
Where you see sunlight filtered through clouds, I see every shade of yellow and gray. You see relief from the glare, I see magic being birthed.
When you see a panhandler with his sign on a corner, you see incompetence and addiction. I see a broken, humiliated man with a story to tell.
When you see the rain falling on the road, you grumble at getting wet or watching drivers overreact. I see the glint of light and allow the sound of rain to soothe my soul.
Where there is darkness in the forest you fear for ghosts. I watch for faeries to appear.
When mountain peaks are washed in golden sunlight, you see majesty, but I see nature communicating as the mountain thanks the sun for its warmth.
When you stare out at the ocean, you see its surface beauty. But I hear the souls of the world calling out across the distance, and delight in the ancient waters that have circled the entire globe. Ireland kisses my feet. The waters the Messiah crossed have evaporated, gathered in the sky, and fallen in tempests on the ocean. Pilgrims crossed the waters. Wayfinders journeyed across the waters, using the stars to guide them.
When you complain about the sand that gets in and on everything, I see millions of shells that have been worn down and deposited safely on the shore to rest.
Where you see the desert, I see a sea of glass waiting to happen.
People are sad and depressed. You see another person who “doesn’t get it”, and I see heartache, desperation, desire to be more than this– and survival.
Perspective is a flip of a switch.
We all have different vantage points.
Mine invites you to see the world in different colors, when all most see is shadows of gray.