“We travel… in search not of new sights, but of new eyes with which to see everything, old sights included. And though those eyes are available to us, even when we just sit quietly at home, some places so startle or quiet us that we cannot help but see things differently.” ~ Pico Iyer …
Have you ever had a moment in which you felt awakened, in which the fog seemed to clear and you saw things clearly? Pico, here, is talking about those moments and those places in time in which we cannot help but find that our eyes have been opened and we can see a glimpse of what we are really searching for in life.
It is found in our awareness–in recognizing the beauty, majesty, and divinity of the world around us. It is found in our solitude–in slowing down in quiet company with ourselves and letting our stress, tensions, and fear fade away. It is found in understanding–in accepting our oneness with life and adopting a deeper and more profound way of living our lives.
We certainly are on a journey in life–a journey that offers to us something much greater than merely “new sights.” It offers us fulfillment, purpose, understanding, and growth. But we must be willing to go in search of “new eyes with which to see everything;” for that is the only way for our hearts to be startled or quieted into seeing things differently.
Spend some quiet time reflecting on life.
Questions to consider:
Why does society place so little value on quiet, alone time in which we place no demands upon ourselves to accomplish anything?
How well are you able to experience life fully and see things clearly each day?
How might this improve if you allowed yourself some time each day to sit quietly and listen to life?
For further thought:
“Call yourself alive? Look, I promise you
that for the first time you’ll feel your pores opening
like fish mouths, and you’ll actually be able to hear
your blood surging though all those lanes,
and you’ll feel light gliding across the cornea
like the train of a dress. For the first time
you’ll be aware of gravity
like a thorn in your heel,
and your shoulder blades will ache for want of wings.
Call yourself alive? I promise you
you’ll be deafened by dust falling on the furniture,
you’ll feel your eyebrows turning into two gashes,
and every memory you have–will begin
~ Nina Cassian, Temptation