I bought my first pair of reading glasses today. I knew things were getting blurry. The other day I could not read my insurance card on the phone with the dentist.
The crew we hired is here washing the house exterior and all the windows.
Glasses and clean windows.
Perhaps they come today auspicious omens of clearer vision on all levels, in many dimensions.
I have been looking for good words lately and not finding them.
Perhaps it is not that they have gone missing, but that the view has been blurred, like eyes a bit weaker than I knew, or windows that have been through seasons of weather.
The thing that occurs to me is to soften in the seeing.
Accept help as needed; like glasses, or a cleaning crew, even the weather, the aging, the words that are hiding in plain sight, all of them here doing their part.