My Sight
For the last 20 years, my visual clarity has been dimming and clouding, like my hearing, like my taste, like my… I know you’ve heard this all before. All things get old, except for old men just wanting to kvetch.
This is a post about celebration, and gratitude. For a big beautiful world that is still there, for the development of cataract surgical procedure, the wonderful skilled and caring people who make this their life’s work, the organizations and facilities that enable them to extract the cloudy contents of my lens and replace it with an iddy-bitty plastic lens that enables me now to see bird eye lashes from a quarter mile away. Almost.
Turns out, I’ve also learned how much of my spirit is connected to my eyesight. I can imagine now how musicians depend on their hearing. Not that my silly drawings are in any way comparable to the joyous poetic sounds of the music they produce. So, my sight is sharp again. I will be sure I appreciate all I see.