“I wonder why I didn’t see it there before …”. Belle, from “Beauty and the Beast”
“You have a good eye”, she says. “A good eye for color.” I like the sound of that. A good eye–my heart smiles. I feel artistic, creative, color-full. Yet, what does it really mean–to have a good eye?
I read the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, “There is no object so foul that intense light will not make beautiful.“
He says it, too, the beast/prince to Belle in the fairytale, “Try to find me and know me…no matter how I may be hidden from you.”
Is it possible to see this world with a good eye? To see the prince in the beast? To see beauty in the ugly, in the wretched, in the unlovely?
“The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy (good), your whole body will be full of light“, the words of The Good Book reveal.
Full of light. To be light-full. No hate, no disgust, no evil intent. Soul eye clear of life’s distorting cataracts–those shifting memory-shadows that shade, darken, infect.
A view through the lens of wabi-sabi: finding beauty in imperfection. Eye-filling goodness that transforms.
Centered only on the prevailing light of the good eye of the Father of Lights … the bad eye becomes the good eye, seeing through the wretched to the hidden good and perfect gift within.
“Try to find me and know me…no matter how I may be hidden from you.”
Is it possible to see the world around me with a good eye? I’m not sure. But I think I’m willing to give it a try. At least I want to be willing. And maybe that’s good enough for now.
Love & Peace,
Note: Updated from my archives.
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