Every day I walk by a photograph on the wall of an owl. Sometimes I look at the owl, sometimes I don’t. Today when I walked by, that owl was looking at me. Seriously- I could feel it. And so, I stared back. Our eyes locked. I sensed that he could see into me, what was going on deep inside.
The moment stirred within me a longing to see into others the way that owl saw into me. And so, as there’s no time like the present, I spent the day looking- really looking- into eyes that met mine, exploring the stories they told me.
At the deli, the server’s eyes revealed to me that he was all about partying- full on. I felt the weight of that, knowing he needed so much more out of life.
The dim eyes of the 85 year old lady I spoke with recounted that she was tired of not being given a choice- of having her schedule determined by nurses, her meals served to her without consideration of her preferences. It saddened me that we treat her as a task to be managed rather than as an individual with wishes to be respected.
A fellow shopper’s eyes showed me the great talents their owner possessed, waiting for the opportunity to manifest. I wished for him a chance to shine.
I don’t know if these stories are true- they are just what I saw in those eyes. But it gave me a chance to realize how much can pass between two people whose eyes lock for just an instant.
“The eyes are the window to the soul.”
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The theme for this week is about finding one different perspective on something in my life every day.
Your Chocolate Brown Eyes
Waving good bye for the last time before you disappeared as the train mounted speed.
Your chocolate brown eyes burning their image into my mind, ready to look back at me whenever I closed my eyes.
That would be the only way I’d ever see them again, and they’d never look quite right in my imagination.
It always ended up looking like one was a lazy eye drifting off to the right as I tried to get your attention…
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