Perfectly said Erie!! Oh for the eyes to see!!

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Thank you so much, Anne. You have those kind of eyes:-)

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Your sunrise photo is the essence of the miraculous as is the sight of your son, his mother and your newborn daughter at the time; a Holy Trinity filled with grace.
Interestingly, I went with friends to see “The Miracle Worker” at local theater just last week. The actors were so impassioned and Helen and Ann Sullivan’s story so touching. Something beautiful arises from the most difficult adversity; God is present in all things.
In 1924, Keller experienced Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony through the feel of vibrations through her hand placed on speakers.
“What was my amazement to discover that I could feel not only the vibrations but also the impassioned rhythm, the throb and the urge of the music. I could actually distinguish the cornets, the roll of the drums, deep-toned violas and violins singing in exquisite unison. The great chorus throbbed against my fingers with poignant pause and flow. Then all the instruments and voices together burst forth – an ocean of heavenly vibration – and died away like winds when the atom is spent, ending in a delicate shower of sweet notes. I couldn’t help remembering that the great composer who poured forth such a flood of sweetness into the world was deaf like myself. I marveled at the power of his quenchless spirit by which out of his pain he wrought such joy for others.”

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Thank you, Liz. and thank you for sharing Keller’s eloquence at the coda for the 9th: “…and died away like winds when the atom is spent, ending in a delicate shower of sweet notes.” This is what it means for a person to MAKE A GENUINE EFFORT to describe to the rest of us what they truly feel. It is what can happen when people refuse to stay stuck with one word like, “Interesting” or “Awesome” and move on to deepen their experience for others and for themselves. Keller notes Beethoven’s deafness and there was also, of course, Beethoven’s inability to hear his own symphony when HE conducted its first performance.

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I thank our Heavenly Father for the blessing of sight…which gives me great feelings of joy as I read through the sacred lines shared here.
When my sister’s dream of coming to America materialized, that must be one of her happiest time. Then she could work as a nurse with compensation, lifting their poverty level,
And opening better opportunities for her family. After a year, she had her 2nd daughter, with her dream job, bought her dream house. Everything’s great, until she’s diagnosed being legally blind.
It was now hard for her to perform her job, sight to be less perfect was dangerous to handle newborn babies, seeing blurry, needing occasional assistance to safely move around, she can no longer be a nurse. It must be very devastating and depressing. My mother who lives with them told me so. There were long hours of crying, sobbing and praying.
Now when I see my sister, I feel God’s peace and Grace abound in her, I think she has the gift of seeing the wind, the third eye, though blind and lost their house and job, she still able to home school their daughter…making her a great reader because she reads also the teaching instructions, so my sister can guide her through. My sister makes herself busy baking with a little help from her 7-year old assistant…she continues to live with joy doing with whatever she still can do best. Loving God, and family.

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Erie: I bet your son saw “beauty: when he had the first glimpse of your beautiful daughter “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”. My encounter in my Home Care career was with my patients who mostly are senior citizens in the the community some of whom are way up in age and some has physical deformities. They are individual people worthy of respect and patience. When I have spent more time with them I learn more about them and find that they are interesting people with different experiences in life. Their eyes light up when they tell me about their past achievements during the war and show me the photos and memorabilia of their accolades. Others are proud of the family they have raised-children, grand children and great grandchildren. Others tell me of their experiences in their travels. Their individual face lights up and beam with joy when they mention about their experiences. These have been beautiful moments for me. You have said “awaken your third eye and you see beauty”

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