Many thanks to Michael for setting the Tale Weaver challenge this week.
My offering isn’t a tale but a memory, so I hope that’s acceptable.
They say Eyes are the Windows to the Soul, which may well be true as they are expressive and can reveal a lot more than the face in which they are set.
If someone smiles at you, does it reach their eyes, or are they just curving their lips to mislead you or trying to gain your confidence and trust for personal gain?
Through deceit, greed and the selfishness of another, I broke my rose-tinted glasses of life. I now see a lot more than I used to, seeing behind the projected image and further than what is presented in front of me.
To coin a phrase, this has been an eye-opener for me, and one for the better.
The gift of Sight is so often taken for granted, as many times we look without seeing and miss so much.
To some, the graffiti on a wall is just colour, but take a closer look and it tells a story, the artwork intricate and detailed.
A baby’s smile speaks volumes, there is no need for words as it has no hidden agenda, no falsehoods, and the eyes light up like beacons, radiating sunshine on even the darkest day.
The sight of a loved one who has not been seen for many years warms the heart and soul, generating tears of gladness that run unchecked down our cheeks are we hold them tight.
To see something truly beautiful, however simple or complicated it may appear to others, to recognise landmarks and realise you are almost Home.
But I will never, ever forget the face of a fourteen year old foster boy at Christmas when he realised that the gift of a Ghetto Blaster was his to keep, not on loan for the duration of his stay. His eyes were full of wonder, and for me, that was pure Magic.