“the real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” (marcel proust)
i once found an unwritten card in a drawer that had this saying on it. i wondered how it had gotten there. i revisited this card from time to time, trying to take in these words of advice in a time i needed words of advice.
in a society that always seeks the newest, shiniest, most chic, it is easy to fall into the trap that new is better, that new will be satisfying. in a society that is seemingly full of consumable products, replaceable employees, expendable friendships and relationships, we need be reminded that the new will not continue to be new; it is not new instantly – the moment – after it was new.
were i to stay in front of this tree and look through the knot-hole in its trunk and only see waning lifeless brown, dried late-fall, believing that my little view was static, i would miss the blink of an eye in which this knot-hole lens turns the scene into rich verdant green, hope-filled.
the same landscape. the same work. the same relationship. the same thing, day in, day out. the same old same old. but is it?
©️ 2019 kerri sherwood & david robinson