Today’s freezing rain shrink-wrapped everything.
Earlier this afternoon frozen raindrops collected on
the deck as tiny, pristine messengers: beauty.
Later, as light faded, the outdoor world seemed distorted
when viewed through panes of glass on our door and porch window: mystery.
Perceptions.
The external enters through our eyes, but also through the
eye of the soul – what the ancients called the “nous.” This kind of vision
discerns from the center of our beings, either with cataracts in the case of a
soul that is broken or unwell, or clearly in the case of one that is healed.
What a challenge, to test our vision and what we truly see.
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