Living Vicariously Through the Eyes of Others
I was reading in a book…err… listening to a book, and the author was explaining how when her partner tells her a story about an experience or a story about his life before he knew her, the story – simply by the telling of it – became hers, too.
That thought really resonated with me. Not only did I get what she meant because T and I relive each other’s childhood stories, but even more profoundly, with my vision deteriorating to the point where I can walk within a foot and a half of someone I’m looking for and not see them, I actually live every day through other people’s eyes.
For example, one morning while we were out for a walk, T stopped in the alley and told me there was a squirrel up ahead trying to move something. As we got closer, she told me the squirrel was hunched over something, and seemed very anxious and wary. We started walking again, and as we passed the squirrel, he did not run away but seemed to spread his body secretively over the object under him.
T laughed when she recognized that the reason he didn’t scamper off as we encroached on his space was because he had one of those 6” seed bells that people hang from a tree or post to feed the birds. That little guy was protecting his “Mother Lode” with his life! Not even the close proximity of “HUMANS” could deter the greedy little fellow!
Okay mind you, I saw none of this. But from the detailed description T gave me of the event, it is so clear in my mind’s eye that when I tell the story to others I say “We saw a squirrel….” It is totally “my” story.
T kids me and says she could tell me that there is a Great Blue Heron, a Canada Goose, and a fox drinking tea with lemon out of mason jars, and I’d believe her. I told her “Don’t be silly; I would not… However, if you’d have said a Loon instead of a fox…”
Anyway, you get the point. I rely a lot on T’s willingness to describe our surroundings and what’s happening out there in the arena of her vision…not just to tell me there is a curb and to “step up” or to duck under the low hanging branch…although I greatly appreciate that, too!
Even the insignificant things that a person with their eyesight may take for granted, like a single leaf dangling from a limb, slightly twirling in a light breeze, T will point out to me.
So when you see a “Willy Worm” crossing your path, or a bird preening its feathers, be sure to send up a thought of gratitude. I know I do for my “Sight Donor”.
How ‘bout it?