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Looking Through my Tears
Seeing with my heart
Since early, early Sunday morning, I’ve been looking at the world through my tears.
Not that I’ve been crying non-stop, but I made a conscious decision to not block but rather encourage them to see what happens.
Normally, I shut down tears after about thirty seconds. They don’t even get to come out. I’m not sure why I do this.
Perhaps out of a fear that once they start they will never stop. And the nice young men in the clean white coats will have to come and take me away — ho ho, ha ha, he he — or however the song goes — way before your time I’m sure…
Anyway, I’m noticing the world around me through the washed clean shine in my eyes. And it’s beautiful. Sometimes with a bitter sweetness, but beautiful.
My brand new grand-niece tops the list.
Moira Kathleen emerged into our lives after a long and grueling labor culminating in a blessed “C” section. Blessed because it meant the long ordeal was over and we’d finally get to meet her.
Now they live in England and I live in Oakland. But I’m noticing that folks, near strangers even, will take a moment to oh and ah over a baby pic on a cell phone.
