What if I see? What a strange thought since most of the time we think, 

"What if I don’t see. What will I miss?"  

What if I don’t see my grandkids on a regular basis? Will they forget me? 

What if I don’t see my friend struggling?  Will I miss the opportunity to help?  

What if I don’t see the birds on my deck? Will they fly away never to return? 

What if I don’t see that I’m going down the wrong path? How will I recoup from it?

But changing the narrative changes so much. What if I see it all? 

The beauty of being Nana to these two beautiful children. 

The beauty of having friends who need me, and I need them. 

The beauty of a delicate bird splashing in the water fountain on the deck. 

The beauty of when one door closes, another door opens. 

And the beauty that door can bring if viewed with open eyes and heart.

The beauty of seeing me, really seeing me. 

What if I see, after all these years, that I have been walking around 

with my eyes wide shut. (I stole that from a movie.) 

To really see, I must look with an open heart, no judgment, no questions, 

just see, absorb, and appreciate.