Whose Eyes?

“The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.” ~ G.K. Chesterton

Whether we travel or not, we have eyes that can see what is beyond the natural or obvious. Life presents us with gifts and choices every second. We respond, ignore or are oblivious. Traveling intensifies this reality because the choices are sometimes foreign or unpredictable. I pray for eyes to see beyond the here and now, into the Truth of situations.

Yesterday on the beach, we observed two people dressed as Jesus and Mary it seemed talking to a group of young men that I had been chatting with earlier. They were on spring vacation and definitely looking for a good time. They had created a sand sculpture of a crocodile eating a human that had caught my eye. The Jesus looking guy came by and spoke in Spanish to us. His name was Abraham he said--his real birth name, but like the father of the nations. We engaged in a conversation and he ended up calling the Karens and I the gifts of God.

It would be easy to judge him as he proselytized on the beach. Holy Week celebrations are gearing up here and he wanted us to know God loves us. No harm in that! I admired his courage. He saw my crucifix around my neck and realized I was Catholic too. He was pleased.

There is so much to pay attention to here. I have already learned so much that will need to be integrated at some point. The time is a blessing. This morning we will have some pool time, followed by beach time away from here in a smaller town. I plan on keeping my eyes wide open, just like Borsan's Being watching the world as it moves through Life.

Peace,

Suzanne