I can see clearly now

Jimmy Cliff sang about the difference seeing clearly made:

“I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me down
It’s gonna be a bright bright sunshinin’ day
It’s gonna be a bright bright sunshinin’ day

Oh yes, I can make it now the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is that rainbow I’ve been praying for
It’s gonna be a bright bright sunshinin’ day”

I had a cataract removed from my left eye yesterday.  I now have two new eyes and can say I can see clearly now.  (A big thank you to the staff at the hospital at this point for making this possible.)

It takes some getting used to.  I’m struggling with there being so much light and the eye feels a little bruised, but these things will pass.  It changes everything I turn my attention to because I can simply see more.

Seeing in a new way, a better, clearer, brighter way, is a quest defines our lives, whether we have cataracts or not.  We see ourselves and the world around us increasingly differently, as Alex McManus points out hopes and fears go together.  When we see something more clearly, or in more detail for the first time, it can be uncomfortable, even painful:

‘Imagining possible futures is also where we must face both our deepest fears and greatest hopes.’*

We can’t do something about everything we come to see but we can can do more about something.  We might call this our “original way of seeing,” seeing, as we do, what others perhaps cannot or do not choose see.  When we act upon this original seeing, we become original people as pointed to by Gary Wills, shaping and honing our lives:

“A very original man must shape his life, make a schedule that allows him to reflect and study, and create.”**

Walt Whitman has introduced me to the word debouch, which means “to emerge from a confined space into a wide, open area.”  Physically, this is where my new seeing finds me: I am debouched.  It is also where I am stretching to emotionally, mentally, and spiritually:

‘There is that in me … I do not what it is … but I know it is in me.’^

(*From Alex McManus’ Makers of Fire – eBook version.)
(**Gary Wills, quoted in Eugene Peterson’s Run with the Horses.)
(^From Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.)

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