Week 31: My Seeing Eyes

From a page out of my art journal.

From a page out of my art journal.

Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
— Ovid


About ten years ago, I wore a contact lens in my right eye for distance and my left eye stayed bare, for reading. Monovision worked well for me. When I began having trouble reading street signs, I went back to my optometrist and discovered that my distance vision had improved and I needed weaker lens. "It happens when you get older. Your eyesight may improve, and then you get cataracts," the doctor intoned, backed-up by decades of experience.

No Lens.

The same thing happened over the next few years until we agreed that I didn't need any corrective lens to drive.  My eye doc was amazed and questioned me about my diet and supplements, looking for some kind of an explanation for my aging, yet improving, eyes. He finally settled on my practice of yoga, "That must be it."


As much as I continue to praise the benefits of yoga, I’m not sure that I can point to a specific pose or set of poses that would guarantee  improvement of eyesight; 20/200 to 20/40, in my case. Have other people who've practiced yoga for many years had similar experiences? Also, my 65 year old pair of eyes need a tiny bit of help with reading and they’ve developed a murky, white ring around my dark brown irises. Changes have occurred.

Last week, I had my eyes examined again, this time by a different optometrist to avoid a 2 hour roundtrip drive.  The vision in my right eye is now 20/30 and I need less than 1.0 lens to read. Images taken of my eyes show healthy optic nerves, maculae, arteries and veins. No sign of cataracts.

We decided to try the monovision prescription again, only this time a lens in my left eye for reading. Bingo! No more searching for a pair of reading glasses.

Photo of a clear marble taken  with an iPhone 5S.

Photo of a clear marble taken  with an iPhone 5S.


I don’t know for certain, what it is that I’m doing to keep my eyes healthy, although, my story for the last ten years has been, My Eyes Keep Improving. Is that all it takes, retelling  the results of my last visit?  If so, I certainly don't want to stick to a story of  anything but health and healing. 

It happens when you get older.


The Road Ahead

Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.
— Muriel Rukeyser

I'm always excited to start a new year. It appears as a straight shot down a tree lined street. I don't see any obstacles on the road ahead, the path is clear and I feel certain that my destination is right there in front of me. Everything I want to be, do, or have in the new year, waits for me. There. At the end.

In 2016, I committed to a daily creative practice that would leave me with several sketchbooks, filled with my art work. At the beginning of the year, I imagined holding those filled books. Although I missed more than a few days toward the end of the year, I now have three sketchbooks full of paintings and collages, as well as nearly a hundred postcard sized watercolor paintings. Next?

I'm ready for another Year of Creative Habits. At the end of this year, I'd like to hold a hardcover book with my favorite drawings, paintings and photographs from 2017. I'd like for those images to help tell the story of what it was like to live creatively and how it brought me everything I wanted to be, do or have.

That's what I see. There. At the end.

I'm still at the beginning though, and determined to observe and enjoy, each day. I've decided to start with a basic daily rhythm:

  • write a minimum of 750 words, every morning. The site I use keeps track of my habit for me and I also check off a goal tracker on my wall.  I can use a shot of endorphins in the morning.
  • take a picture of my creative piece for the day and post it to Instagram.

I have a trunk load of projects queued up and will share them here, as they get unpacked.  I'm trying to keep the beginning simple and coherent and not overwhelm myself with the promise of the entire year. The finish line is so enticing,  but I have a story to write that's all about getting there.

The blessing is in the seed.


Image: The road to The Club at Kukuiula, taken with an iPhone 5S, through the windshield.








Week 32: In Case I Forget


This past week, I:

Finished a weekly spread in my first Midori Traveler's Notebook (above) after long admiring the notebooks of others on Instagram and Pinterest. I just simulated the pages I like, for now, and can't wait to see what appears for me in the weeks to come.

Ordered Getting There by Gillian Zoe Segal, after reading an excerpt: "Mad Men" Creator Matthew Weiner's Reassuring Life Advice For Struggling Artists.

Reflected on these words by Olympic runner and poet, Alexi Pappas: "...I like having absolute freedom within boundaries."

Adored Simon Helberg's portrayal of Cosme McMoon in Florence Foster Jenkins.

Watched Michael Phelps swim his way toward his 23rd Gold Medal and constantly referred to as "old", while thinking about a 98 year old runner who continues to break world records.

My thought for this week?

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
— Mary Oliver