Recently, a window washer came and removed layers of weather driven debris from our windows. The vestige of wind-driven rain on some windows clouded  our view.

Kind of like the cataracts on my eyes that have “ripened” to the point of removal. I wish –hope– they will be as easy to remove. 

Color me wholly  . . . anxious. 

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Friends who have had the surgery report excellent results— declaring their surprise how dull their  perception of color   had become.   

Wow — can’t image how that will translate into new adventures in painting. (Your Color Choices are Unusual )

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after Annie O’Brien Gonzales

But grateful I am —just in my lifetime cataract surgery has advanced  A lens implant means I won’t have to endure the  “coke-bottle” glasses that so annoyed my mother!

Sometimes I can’t blame all blurriness on my eyes though . . .  sometimes it’s the thumbprints on my glasses. (Fingerprints on My Glasses)

And sometimes . . . we all may need more than just a window washer — or ophthalmologist — to see the world outside our windows. (Mark 8:22-26)

An age is called Dark not because the light fails to shine, but because people refuse to see it. ~James A. Michener, Space, 1982

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Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”John 8:12

In the run up to the first surgery, I am looking about to see what I can see — even if it seems a bit blurry.

Sometimes the human experience feels like a groping through fog. It’s hard to see the bigger picture. The not-seeing can be frustrating. ( In a Fog: Art and Theology)

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Antony Gormley (British, 1950–), Blind Light, 2007. Fluorescent light, water, ultrasonic humidifiers, toughened low-iron glass, aluminum, 320 × 978.5 × 856.5 cm. Temporary installation at the Hayward Gallery, London. Photo: Stephen White.

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