How Do You See?
Featured image: She Is A Creative “Let me help you,” he said. “How?” I should ask. How do we see? How do you see? Whose eyes do we see through? Do we see on our own? I would like to think so. Or do we see through another’s eyes? When I was teaching young adults, and they would do something outside of the classroom—something incredibly stupid (yes, stupid —sorry, I can’t think of a better name for driving on a slippery patch of ice on a curve, fast, as a challenge to see if you can defy all odds)—they also thought at the same time, “Oh, but it won’t happen to me.” Well, it happened to them—and it happens to them. Their “won’t happen to me’s” run out. All of my “won’t happen to me’s” have run out, too. I try not to do those things anymore, but, well, they still happen to me. For the most part, my magic wand still works for some reason—but the magic feels different now. I seem to be, I feel to be—at least lately—visualizing almost constantly the task that has been before me prett...
