Monday, January 2, 2012
From time to time I like to do a mental exercise called Fresh Eyes. Sitting still, I cast my eyes around the room and notice what I see. I notice not just the objects, but the judgments I pass on those objects. For instance, the pile of clothes which is not just the pile of clothes but one that needs to be ironed. Or the shelf of knick-knacks, some of which remind me of happy times, but which also make me worry about the mess. When I'm stuck in a rut, I notice my thoughts adding a layer of dissatisfaction and stress to the objects around me. Closing my eyes I then reopen them and look again. I re-examine the room but this time without passing judgment, as a newborn baby would see things, with fresh eyes. I relish relearning how to look at things with wonder and awe and innocence. Yes, mess can be beautiful and there can be a happy balance between clutter and collecting things. Forcing myself to look at the world anew like this also helps me see pictures I might not otherwise have taken.
Ella has started wearing contact lenses in the last few weeks. She has been getting used to seeing the world with fresh eyes, and we have been getting used to seeing her in a new way, without her glasses. I do wonder what wee Max is seeing here with those fresh eyes of his! Can he see Liz or has he noticed the camera? He must be in continual awe and amazement! Now, try the exercise yourself and see the world again with your fresh eyes...and don't forget your camera!
Happy New Year!
kirstin of fleeting moments