Tuesday, February 16, 2010

To See or Not To See


I looked at my daughter this morning and moments later, acknowledged that I must not really have seen her when I couldn’t recall what she was wearing. It’s not that my eyes weren’t functioning, but rather my brain had been preoccupied with something else.

How many times do we look at someone or something and refuse or are unable to perceive what we are viewing?

Maybe we don’t want to believe what our eyes tell us or are too busy to notice. Perhaps, as in my case this morning, we are just too preoccupied to take in the “now.”

This occurrence caused me to look back over times when I have seen “the truth,” but not wanted to believe it.

Vision is trustworthy when it is allowed to see.
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4 comments:

  1. Lisa MarieFebruary 16, 2010 at 10:04 AM

    I completely agree...HUGS beautiful...xo Lisa

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 16, 2010 at 10:56 AM

    It is about shutting the brain off long enough to see. :-) Being in that now. I know I have done what you did with P, way too many times.

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  3. Kirsten SalvadorFebruary 16, 2010 at 2:30 PM

    i love that beautiful, thoughtful awareness of yours, Linda ... thank you for this reminder! ♥ you!

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  4. Ginny GasparreFebruary 16, 2010 at 11:15 PM

    What a great reminder, that I needed to hear! I'm so grateful for your friendship and your wisdom. ♥

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