Eyes See

Eyes See

An empty canvas

What would he see?

She approached him.

She sat.

What would he see?

He drew

He said, eyes see.

I looked.

Eyes of blue.

I see.

- E.A. Wakefield

Today I have been thinking about what I want my life to be now that I have an opportunity to change my path.   I have a card on my dresser “She lived the life she dreamed.”  So what are my dreams?  In 2007, I attended a Creativity Workshop in Florence, Italy and after ten wonderful days I created a memory album called the City of Vision.  In the album I have copies of my creative writings, beautiful drawings, photos of Florence and its many shops, and all the wonderful people I met.   In viewing my “City of Vision” album I have the “Legend of My Hand” which each participant drew for himself or herself.  Drawn on my hand I included in bright primary colors the following words – Metaphors, Endless possibilities, Creation, Artist, Culture, No limits, Beauty, Books, Blue Sky, Crystal, Angels, Ideas, Love Ornaments, Christmas Trees, Santa, Colors, Quilting, Family, God, Kindness, Travel, Friends, Poems, Leadership, and Symbols.  But what was interesting, I typed a list of the words for my album when I returned that I included on “my hand” but I left out Leadership and Symbols.   It has been the dilemma of my life – am I an artist and/or leader processing symbols in the unus mundus?  

During the workshop I wrote a poem, Eyes See, based on an interaction with a street artist who drew a picture of me. I left the poem behind on the vision board created by our class to fade into our memories and the “unus mundus.”