"The only real voyage of
discovery
consists not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes."
Marcel
Proust (1871-1922)
French
novelist, critic, essayist
This penetrating epigram from
Proust caught my eye because I have attained the elevated and energized status of
grandfather-hood, and I am repeatedly re-learning the thrill of trying to see with
the eyes of my granddaughter.
We walk in the woods, and we touch the
huge oak tree, and I vainly try to remember the first time I touched the rough bark
of a grand old tree, and we tilt our heads back to look at the topmost branches,
and I try, consciously, to experience the notion of "sky high," because
I think that's what she is doing…..
Oh yes indeed, I have "new eyes"…….
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