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The Seer




I am joy. So filled am I with the feeling of complete happiness that have become joy itself. I have stood on a cliff top and shouted with glee to passing dolphins, I have thanked a Kookaburra (out loud) for posing for photos, I have felt the presence of spirit in age old rocks and watched with sheer gratitude and awe the magnificence of the ocean, and all on my morning walk! Yes, it's true, I am blessed. Blessed to live where I do, blessed to have the time to walk but above all blessed to see what I see.

 I see wonder and glory everywhere. I always have. I have never verbalised that before. Apparently not everybody sees the world like this. What a shame.

I walked through a shopping centre the other day, It was madness. The energy was palpable as people fretted over gifts for Christmas and wrangled cranky toddlers who made it known that they were in no mood for shopping. Amongst it all a small child stood next to a shopping trolley whilst her mother was delving deep into a "sale" stand of towels. The small girl had a brochure unfolded of the shopping centre floor plan and was patiently explaining to her baby sister, who would have been no more than 3 months old, with great detail, the various shops and where they were located. She had her head close to the baby and was very serious in her task. The baby was oblivious to her sisters words and the brochure that was being held in front of her face, her eyes were locked on her big sister and she was smiling. There was so much love between them.

I wasn't standing there staring....this was just a snapshot as I walked past. Like a Polaroid that just popped out in my mind. I had captured a moment in time and seen pure love. That picture stayed with me all day.

I truly do pity those who cannot see the beauty that is around us. I gain so much when I have witnessed, quite by chance, the perfection of life. It makes me wonder how many people are given these examples but never register what they are seeing. Perhaps it takes practice, perhaps we need to spend less time being in the world and more time being of the world. I only know that it brings me joy, so I highly recommend being a seeker of seeing. Of course there is plenty of ugliness out there too, I am very aware of that, however, I have found that the more you see the beauty, the more you see the beauty.

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