My vision became a central issue of my life in early December when I experienced a bothersome and what I thought was a relatively minor vision problem. This problem was compounded the day after Christmas when I lost the vision in my right eye. There were three visits to the retina specialist over six days. I was not allowed to read, dance or do much save be quiet. I was on lock-down, if you will. Vision can also impact balance, so you can well imagine I was a bit of a mess. Happily, the prescribed measures worked and my vision (major floaters notwithstanding) was restored. To say I am grateful would be an understatement.
This was not simply a medical matter. This was in-my-face symbology. My body was talking to me. In short, the Gods grabbed my attention in a way that I could not ignore or minimize. As a result, this lock-down time morphed into my winter of swimming in my psychic (from psyche, meaning soul) depths, This has called me to deeply examine my life. How do I want to spend my time and expend my energies? What brings me joy? What has become entrenched and is no longer life-giving? What are the “shiny things” that pull my attention and keep me away from the real work at hand? What do I choose to see or not see?
This reminds me of being in high school and joining a friend for a weekend away at her family’s country place. I told my friend I was very afraid of snakes so if one was spotted, please just move me in another direction. It turns out there was a 6 foot copperhead spiraled above my head on a beam in the barn. I did not see it. See what I mean? We see what we want to see. In this case, I was most grateful for my limited perspective.
My temporary loss of vision has offered me an opportunity to course-correct. It is time for me to refine my vision of myself, my life, my dreams, my everything. Yes, the eyes do have it because our personal perspective, sense of self, biases, limitations, prejudices, wounds, egotistical leanings and so forth can color and/or obfuscate everything. Perspective can be very subjective.
Given my personal style can be stubborn and resistant, it has taken some weeks for me to absorb these new possibilities. I needed to unclench, unfold, breathe deeply and expand into the fullness of possibilities.
It is only now that I have come to claim my word for the year. My word is inspiration, which comes from the Latin and means to inflame, like blowing on a flame to make it catch and grow, or blow into. Inspire, to me, refers to pulling in the breath of the Godhead/Light/Higher Intelligence/Grace into my being. It speaks to being infused and expanded (as breath does) with the Divine.
Isn’t that a wild and wonderful and hugely euphoric thought? It is to me. It speaks to continuous connection, a baseline of trust and the promise that with each inhalation I am in communion with light-filled vibrations and operating from a heart-centered place.
Spring cleaning will take on a whole new meaning as let go of the outdated and embrace the new insights coming my way. And, undoubtedly, this most certainly speaks to more fun, more play, more dancing, more light, more creativity, more clarity and definitely less distractions that pull me away from my intended purpose.
I am hearing in the background that old song, “I can see clearly now….”