Obscured Vision

I listened to a Show on NPR talking about seeing and not seeing. “They do research on something called inattentional blindness, or how people fail to see things that are directly in front of them when they're focused on something else.” Here are results of their study.
 
What I’m discussing is something a little different. I’m talking about seeing something so often you no longer “see” it. I’m speaking of the blindness that comes from familiarity. Losing sight of what you’ve become so used to seeing that it no longer presses against you and captures your attentiveness. When we first moved to these mountains of Western North Carolina, I remember driving up from our home near Atlanta and coaching myself. “Don’t ever take this for granted, I’d say.” “Don’t ever fail to see how glorious, how awesome, how spectacular this is.” That was 10 years or so ago. Recently, I had a visit from a dear friend from Wisconsin. Since they were unfamiliar with the area and we live pretty far off the main road, I went to meet them and have them follow me in to our home. On that drive back in, I imagined what it must look like to them and realized I have slipped into the syndrome. I have become blind to my surroundings. The fire tower of Albert Mountain is visible as one drives into our valley. It sits atop the mountain peak every single day yet, I confess, there are many days I miss it. And in the surrounding fields and woods, there are many more treasures I fail to take note of because I’m so used to them being there. So, how does one address this issue of blindness? This deadening of the wonder that lies right in front of our eyes every single day? The loss of appreciation that goes along with the consistent presence of someone or something? How does this happen? A long time ago, I learned from a Psychology class that human beings are taking in such vast amounts of data from the world around them that the only way to cope is to develop automatic pigeon holing techniques. Some would call this stereotyping. You see something or someone for a fleeting moment and decide where it or they belong in the storehouse of your brain. We do this so we no longer have to deal with it. We do this because it is simply not possible for us to be attentive to every single detail we are encountering. It is necessary on one level to do so. But, what happens when we do it with everyone and everything? It’s as if we shut off life. Bar the doors and batten down the hatches, here comes life!! I have no answer for this. Its something I am currently contemplating and grappling with. I’ve been married to the same man for 25 years and I confess, I no longer see him a major part of the time. I have “pigeon-holed” him into a spot I’m familiar with. I am a photographer who loves to take pictures of the flowers blooming in my garden and the landscapes I see around me. The problem is, once I’ve taken the photo, it feels as if there’s no longer any need to explore it further. I’ve pigeon-holed the image and essentially abandoned it. “Been there, done that, is the creed.” In an attempt to change this, I am focusing on myself and my thoughts and feelings more actively than I have in the past as a roadmap to being more here more of the time. Seeing someone or something involves so much more than eyes. It has to do with connection and presence and being in the present moment with all your faculties. It has to do with developing “new eyes”, I believe. As a photographer, I realize that the reason so many pros take trips to “exotic” lands is for the purpose of seeing things with fresh eyes. I completely understand that. But how does one develop “new eyes” for seeing what’s right in front of them? I'd love to hear what you have to say about this.

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Dawdling and doodling

Can you dawdle with your caudel

doodle with your noodle?

Dawdle with your poodle?

Can you sketch a doodle

Or doodle a sketch?

Or etch a sketch

That's a game isn't it?

You could etch a doodle

But you can't sketch a dawdle

Or could you?

You could etch or sketch a caudel

Or a noodle or a poodle.

Rather than dawdling with your doodling

Try lingering with your fingering on the keyboard

Soon they may start singering* and swingering*

Instead of lingering…suspended

Try words tended, blended, mended and amended until

they say something splendid.

This dawdling doodle is now ended!




*made up words

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Hug

Hug rhymes with shrug. Can you hug a shrug? Or shrug a hug? You can shrug off a hug. Which would make sense if the hugger is using the hug to humiliate or agitate or dominate the huggee.


Hug rhymes with drug. A hug can be a drug of a beneficial nature. A hug from someone I love is medicine for my inner spots of loneliness and sorrow.

Hug rhymes with bug. Who would want to hug a bug? A mama bug?

Hug rhymes with jug. Why would anyone want to hug a jug unless it contains something one enjoys, like a drug.

Hug rhymes with plug and mug and rug. You could plug a mug with a rug but who would want to?

Hug rhymes with snug which leads to snuggle which leads to more hugging and more snuggling. Yum, yum, yum. I'd much rather snuggle than struggle any time. And I wouldn't want to juggle snuggles in case I dropped them. Wouldn't it be fun to smuggle snuggles away to a safe place where you could snuggle any time you wanted?


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Delight

Delight is something I pay attention to. It's what I find when I speak to my grandchildren or I hear stories from their mom's about their latest escapades. These are what inspire me, make me laugh and wake me up to the wonder and beauty of life.


On a recent visit with Victoria, who is 2 1/2, I was surprised and delighted to witness her spend an unexpectedly large amount of time looking through my Park Seed catalog! She went through page after page exclaiming on the pretty flowers, pointing out her favorite on each. When we got to the herb page she calmly noted without hesitation that the cilantro was a weed.

When I told Laney, who is 8 about hearing a strange sound when we were hiking in the woods recently, she exclaimed, "Oh Grandma, think about what a great story that would make about some odd creature making weird noises in the woods!"

And then there's the time I was having a "vibrant" discussion about something upsetting with my daughter as we were driving along the highway. Lola, who is almost four was listening from the backseat when she reminded me to --"Calm down, grandma. Everybody's friends."

Oh to be able to retain the freshness of a child's perspective! To access the innocence and clarity of wonder before it is blunted and burdened by the weight of time and the expectations of others.

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New Eyes

Creating Children's Picture Books with Elizabeth O. Dulemba opened these naïve eyes to what it takes to write for children. This rich and potent weekend program was offered at the John C. Campbell Folk School. Being one of those ignorant and arrogant people who suffers from the delusion that it would be a piece of cake, it was a major awakening. It feels like opening the door on a vast, subterranean complex where nothing is as it appears on the surface. Those happy, funny, appealing pages that sing to me in the children's book section arrived there due to immense skill, endless determination and raw courage, not to mention amazing talent. These eyes now see them with the impressed and respectful gaze they deserve.

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