I am sharing the poem that sang through my heart this morning before my last classes.
Choosing to focus on compassion brings gifts.
This morning, I realized the gift of myopia (nearsightedness)…
As a child, I couldn’t see the sharp boundaries that separated one thing from another.
I could only see the way things blended together at the margins of their physical beings.
Now I realize the power of learning to see the world through that perspective.
At 8, I got powerful lenses that helped me see that leaves on tress were distinct and separate
not a massive cotton-ball sitting on top of their trunk.
Yet I can’t go back and unsee their connections –
- to each other,
- to the tree trunk,
- to the earth that gives the tree footing and sustenance,
- to the sky that is above and surrounds them,
- to the winds that sometimes caress and whisper through them, and other times ravage the branches they cling to tenaciously,
- to the birds and squirrels that seek connection and sanctuary amid a leafy home,
- and to those who take time to observe them with wonder and gratitude.
Sometimes the things others call deficiencies
turn out to be among our most precious gifts
if we are fortunate enough to be able to overcome the limitation they may impose.
My childhood was not easy. It forced me to find inner strengths to survive…
I hope you are able to remember how you learned to see the world as a child.