by Beverly Bernard
I wonder sometimes at the cynicism of the worldly, those who are sophisticated and far from naïve. They think that those who see the world in “rose-colored glasses” are in for trouble. But Christ called us to be as little children, to see the world with fresh eyes. Two weeks ago, when I had the cataract in my left eye removed, I could not believe how beautiful the world looked, how vivid and full of color and detail. I could suddenly see the freckles on a friend’s face, the individual needles on the pine trees in our back yard, and the beautiful purples and blues that folks were wearing. I also spent the first week after surgery scouring my house, seeing dirt and tiny tot fingerprints that I hadn’t noticed before now. But I was happy to do it. While cleaning I thought of my toddler grandchildren, the ones who still need to hold onto the wall as they descend the stairs. They bring me joy and it is because of them I live where I do.
Thinking about this new view of the world, I remembered holding my first grandchild when she was about 8 months old, taking her into her backyard and walking from tree to bush to flower, to show her up close all the glory that was out there. I remember her little hands reaching out to touch the bark of a tree for the first time. The joy it gave me, to be privileged to be her Nana, on this beautiful mid-summer day, holding her and seeing the world through her eyes.
Reflection: What would Cinderella suggest to you to see in a different light? What is the “cataract” in your own eye?
Beverly Bernard is a retiree, living in Swanzey, NH.