My mind is a mystery to me. In it is stored a library of miscellaneous facts, stories, ideas, and emotions. Anything which flows past its grasping reach is gathered in, filed, and kept for use as required!
Walking across the front lobby, I glance out the front door and windows and stop and gasp. There, spread before me, is a scene beautiful beyond description. Framing the far side of our covered drive-in entrance, there is a flower bed. It features a pair of unusual hydrangea bushes, with huge white blossoms.
I know they are there. I know they are beautiful, but they hardly register anymore. My glance is usually focused on which taxi is waiting to discharge its customer, or the mailman with the day’s mail. What jarred me awake today? What caused my mind to dig in its files, and come up with the first line of a hymn I sang eighty-four years ago – “Open My Eyes That I May See”?
This is an interesting day. So quiet and calm, the sunlight that filters through the surrounding foliage lights up the hydrangea bushes, and the light breeze makes them dance. Today those blossoms might as well be saying, “Look at me, look at me.”
I think to myself that there is no denying that I have been looking at those hydrangeas without really seeing them. How much pleasure and appreciation I missed with this lack of awareness.
My thanks to Liz Koerner, Vancouver artist, for these photos.