I’ve been writing this weekly grateful series for eight years. I’ve been practising my daily grateful litanies for longer still. And even with all that practice, there are nights when it takes a while to come up with ten things to be grateful for. I get too involved with it, looking for the big stuff, overlooking the small stuff, which really is big stuff. Today, my mate DW posted this video on Facebook. I watched it. And I marvelled at how much I take for granted. It’s mad, really. I vaguely remembered a quotation by Marcel Proust about seeing things with new eyes and I went looking for La Prisonnière, the fifth volume of Remembrance of Things Past (also known as) In Search of Lost Time.
A pair of wings, a different respiratory system, which enabled us to travel through space, would in no way help us, for if we visited Mars or Venus while keeping the same senses, they would clothe everything we could see in the same aspect as the things of the Earth. The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each of them is; and this we do, with great artists; with artists like these we do really fly from star to star.
This is more often quoted as the real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. Whichever you go with, the message is there. The magic lies in how we look at things. Enjoy.
PS Featured image is a photo of a baby barn owl I met during the summer