If, gun to head, I could only save just one of my five physical senses, it would have to be my eyesight.
I know that’s weird, given that I have a strange crossover form of color blindness. But, just because I’m not seeing what others may see, doesn’t mean my view of the world is not equally as beautiful. Maybe more so. It’s funny, back when those magic color correcting glasses first hit the market, my youngest bought me a pair. I was all set for experiencing the horse of a different color scene in the Wizard of Oz. I kept my eyes closed when I put them on, and when I opened them, nothing was different. Turns out I fell into the 25% of the color divergent population that the magic glasses didn’t work for. Go figure.
For a moment I was disappointed.
Then I realized that I was better off. Because if those glasses actually changed the way I saw the world, made it somehow more beautiful than what I had already experienced, I would have been upset that I had lost over fifty years of that heightened perception, especially during those early years of all of my firsts, when I really experienced life, and my personality fully came on-line. Colored my world differently.
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Don’t get me wrong, I do love my ability to hear sound. It’s a close second in my gun at my head decision making. I enjoy listening to music – Ludovico Einaudi is presently one of my favorites to stream when I’m doing anything over a lengthy period and also is always certain to draw Claire to the back door for a listen. And I listen to music to hear the story it is sharing. Like the Chicago song above. Good music always does share its story. Finally, music drowns out the softly hissing tinnitus that fills my mind when the world is otherwise silent.
But visual cues always trigger my creative thought. I spot something and think, “how cool?!” And then my mind starts down the rabbit hole. The proverbial butterfly dancing across your view of the lawn.
However, being easily mentally distracted by visual cues can be a problem when your mind has to focus on the mundanity of daily life, in order to get somewhere or complete a project. Function in the real world.
Luckily, I never go anywhere without my iPhone and have gotten adept, proficient, at the “quick draw” snapping of that photo during a moment in my life, which I store away to look at a little later when I have more time to appreciate its details. To let that visual re-trigger me in all of its splendor.
In fact, I feel frustrated when I’m not quick enough to capture such moments. Life is always moving. If you don’t stay in the present, you can miss it.
And given that my mind is just a receiver, all RAM and no HDD memory, which is why I channel my writing, and all of my knowledge is drawn from The Field – https://www.amazon.com/Field-Quest-Secret-Force-Universe/dp/006143518X – which is like a metaphysical “cloud storage” – when I open my photos stored on my phone each morning, I get to experience that same triggering dopamine rush of discovery when I come back across an interesting photo I have captured. Feels brand new.
Spotting the waning half moon through my favorite whirligig triggered all of these thoughts this morning. The rotating wheel is a metaphor for life, the moon representing the magic of what lies beyond our existing senses, and our earth, and for that captured moment, I am creatively thankful.
Speaking of being thankful, we have reached the most promising day of the week.
Friday is truly and always magical.
So, my fine, five readers, get ready for your Friday morning drive by through your employment. Tee up that excuse that compels you to sneak out the side door without anyone else noticing.
Drop down that rabbit hole and get out there and enjoy your summer weekend.
But remember, make today a great one.
