My vision gifts a perpetual life of find the hidden objects. Is what I see what I see? Actually, given the blurred vision I have, the correct verb should be “are” what I see what I see?

Driving is the best game of find the hidden objects. Hawks and ravens always gift their presence…and they do enjoy the game. Sometimes they are obvious. The best part is when I have to find them. I’m sure I miss some, but I think, after all these years, I play the game pretty darn good! I giggle out loud, “I see you!” and touch my heart and the Merkaba necklace gift I wear. The ravens are particularly kind when the driving is stressful. They make themselves much more obvious, flying over me, beside me, and make their presence known.

The camera is my “get out of jail card when it comes to my vision. I’ve learned which blurs should be in focus. I’ve learned to recognize patterns where hidden objects might be. And yes, oh yes, the ultimate game winner are always the whispers. The whispers guide me. The camera freezes the image. The wonderful computer makes the image big and clear. I get to see the hidden objects that waited for me.

As I type, the gentle whisper nudges and giggles, as usual, “not just hawks, ravens, squirrels and nature little one.” With a bow of the head, my hand touching my heart, I return the whisper with grace. To see all of life as hidden objects found. No matter the news feed, there are hidden objects there. No matter what is in front of me, around me, coming towards me, or pushing from the past. Hidden objects. My heart is the camera. I trust the focus. And whispered grace is the computer opening my eyes to the beauty I would have missed.