People have said that I have a good eye. I am often pointing out things to others that they haven't seen. And when I am alone I often find things I wish I could share with someone else. Now that I have my little guy with me most of the day, I have a constant companion to share things with, but what is amazing to me is how much he shows me! Talk about having a good eye.
He'll often come running across the lawn to say, "I found a very special...." (you can fill in the blank with a many number of things: rocks, feathers, flowers, caterpillars, worms)
Why is it that children often seem to see things that we adults miss? They are in the present. They are not thinking about what they are going to make for dinner, politics, the conversation they had with their friend last week. They are fully engaged with their environment and living the moment.
I so appreciate my little teacher...my little eye opener....my little bell of mindfulness.
I read this in Peace is every step by Thich Nhat Hanh recently. It is a poem written by an unnamed poet about a flower he saw and his awareness of it's true essence. I believe these are the eyes of a child, truest masters of mindfulness.
Standing quietly by the fence,
you smile your wondrous smile.
I am speechless, and my senses are filled
by the sounds of your beautiful song,
beginningless and endless.
I bow deeply to you.