Borrow the eyes of my boy. Casey’s 11 years old, an enthusiastic novice. Those things I’ve seen so many times—the road, the bridge, the people, the view—are fresh to him, and with newness he LIVES! I try to borrow those eyes, his perspective—change my channel, see what he sees and share in it, refresh, revive, elasticize that which has dried & categorized into ‘Been there/Done that’.
“Look, Dad! The man’s got a bald head!”
How’s the orange juice, son? “It’s tastes squeezey!”
“Look, Dad! I can see my breath!”
“You know what, Dad? Girls are made of tampons, boys are made of sand.”
“Hey Dad, listen to this!” Screams a shrill squeeking shriek, pauses, belches (deeply like a frog), smiles and says, “Isn’t that obnoxious?”
If your attitude is ‘Been there/Done that’, you’ll miss those moments (… maybe not the shriek).
Since each snowflake is unique, why not experience them all in joyful celebration? Oxygen is nothing new, we suck it in every 4 seconds or so—so taste it! How’s your oxygen taste today? sweet? chilled? sooty? brownish? (I live in Los Angeles). How’s the ground? How are those leaves doing? Sunrise? what’s happening with ol’ Mister Sun—peering thru gray blocks? raining? Just coming back for springtime? Warming things up?
Taste it! Feel it! Sophisticate your life with refined discernment of the particulars—not for snobbery but for pleasure, an ever deepening palate of experiences. After all, our days are numbered–so let’s number our days and make each one rich with experience!
Thoughts? Comments? Please share them!