Sometimes we see only what we want to see.
Or our vision is clouded …
by fear or worry or grumpiness or distrust or
[feel free to fill in your own blank].
Maybe we want to see through rose colored glasses,
and so what we see is not quite true.
But sometimes our vision is
Maybe it was a friend challenging us,
or a listening ear,
a lifting of mood,
or simply waking up on the right side of the bed.
Whatever the reason, rejoice!
To see the horizon clearly.
To see bridges as opportunity not obstacles.
To see the tiny beautiful bird in the midst of the mess.
On days when my perspective is clearer I give thanks.
Whatever the cause.