I was at the eye doctor this morning to check my prescription and replace driving glasses I lost. It reminded me that seeing clearly is such a gift. I wish that for you, my friends, both in our lives and to be able to peer through the smoke and obfuscation of politics. We must keep our eyes on the most important issues and not the distractions. So difficult!
PRACTICE
The windows facing the park are mottled
with sticky pine pollen. This hazy patina,
like an old photograph, alters my view.
Like cataracts, it ages me, yet softens
my perspective. I am unable to catch
the details, only the drift
of light and shadow, rhythmic
beneath branches.
Music played further away.
I’ll wash the windows, eventually.
Now it imposes a calmness I must accept.
Practice for future acceptances
with grace and gratitude.
Heather Saunders Estes 
I like it!Linda
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Hi, Heather.
I very much like your “Practice” poem and can relate to it.
I admire those who can age gracefully and have a positive outlook.
Some days are tough, but we have to make our own rainbows and do the best that we can, maybe starting over the next day.
Attitude can make so much difference, not letting the negative get us down.
Thanks for sharing.
Take care now and hope all is well for you & yours out there in CA.
Been a terrible time for so many in the LA area.
Edith, in cold NYS
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Heather, I am very drawn to your poetry. Not to many others, but yours really speaks to me. Thank you, thank you, every time I read one of your poems. The scenes they paint in my mind are vivid and I feel like I am experiencing the place and the mood you set. Beautiful.
Kathy Rowland
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Thank you Kathy! I
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Eyes on the prize – the first principles.
I only had really excellent eyesight for a few years (corrected). It was spectacular- effortless. So much effort goes into dealing with these challenges. So much energy to read or puzzle out from context the fine or far-away print.
It’s interesting that many turn the challenge into a superiority. Musk and his assertion that he is genius because he does not have to deal with emotion. (Ostensibly) A friend whose grandson was autistic and she became convinced he was the next evolutionary leap for mankind. The deaf communities who do not want to assimilate with hearing communities – deafness being ‘special’.
Why does ‘difference’ carry such a heavy load – pro or con?
We are all different. Acceptance could free up such energy and calm
Sent from phone – please excuse brief message
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