Why is it we sometimes do not see?
… what is right in front of us
… what is staring us in the face
… what is so clear and obvious
We don’t always see because
… our eyes are not open
… our minds will not accept
… our hearts are not ready
This artwork is in the park I visit most days. I even sit nearby. But yesterday evening at sunset was the first time I noticed it.
This observation is not related to anything in particular. It has no immediate relevance that I can see. Yet.
I went back to the park this morning at sunrise. I sat on my bench with the artwork in view. And I reflected on why I hadn’t truly seen it before.
This is what I noticed. I was watching the birds. Reflecting on life. Feeling the breeze on my face. Sitting inside a sunrise. And I was breathing …