“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” -Marcel Proust
One of the most compelling speakers at STORY was Ann Voskamp, author of One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are. I appreciated her blend of poetry and the practical…more poetry than practical, but there were moments of pragmatism, none the less.
In one such moment, Ann spoke about the habit of gazing. “Creatives have the habit of gazing,” she said. “They notice, attend, and respond to the small.”
It sounded like an observation, but this was a clarion call to my soul.
Somewhere in the hurry of life, I think I stopped seeing. Not always, not every day, but many days passed between taking the time to gaze. Too many days.
Gazing is a habit of the soul.
The leaves are changing today. An elderly man with slumped shoulders smiles from beneath his cap. The air is crisp, and a precious, blonde-haired little boy just climbed into my lap. Somehow, the little one’s heavy sigh sinks into my chest and, as his brown blanket falls over my knees, I feel his warmth. He is up early from his nap; my blogging time is winding down. I will gaze at him for a while, and see what I might learn from his sweet presence.
Take the time to gaze today – even if just for a moment. Breathe out your frenetic pace, and breathe in the stillness of God. Allow God to speak to you in this moment. That is the first step to learning to see again.