There’s Always More Than Meets the Eye

“Looks like a fuchsia blossom to me.” That’s what I said to Bonnie as she left my house after our monthly breakfast meeting.

“Looks like a ballerina to me,” laughed Bonnie

I looked again. She was right!  

That lovely blossom could easily become a graceful dancer with a flowing skirt and stretched out arms.  And here, all along, I only saw a flower.  I realized that only witnessing an object in one way deprived me of the joy found in being creative and in seeing more. How often do I look at people in the same limited way—fitting them into a neat box of my own assumptions—without pausing to consider that they might hold more stories, talents, or dreams than I realize?