|Photo Courtesy of Mauro Barsi|
Often daily life in our mundane and consumerist culture grinds away at the sensitivities of the gifted individual. It can cause a person to wonder whether he or she is the only one capable of seeing the beauty in a sunset, or at least the only one to whom such exquisite combinations of colors, scents, energy seem apparent and meaningful. It can seem as if more people are interested in getting home from work than in relishing the moment as the sun drops completely below the horizon.
It's an illusion of alienation, however. There are other sensitive souls sharing the beauty of such a moment. You may not be in contact with them in the moment when your sensory imput is nearly bringing you to tears, but know that they exist in this world, and that that they, also, are looking for you.
If you look at the photo above, you will see a mix of alpine wildflowers, a cloud, some trees, a blue sky. For many people, it represents terrain to be covered while trekkiing, the earth underfoot as the greater adventure is happening in a separate domain, that of "trekking," and that of building an experience to recount to friends once back at home.
The sensitive individual will have that experience as well, but it will be enhanced by a broader awareness that the flowers and the sky and the self are one: there is no separation. There is no trekker, nor is there trekking. There is being in the world, and the world is also in us, as quantum physicists now tell us in support of the cries of mystics and spiritual teachers throughout the millenia.
There are also those among us who operate on a level of awareness that is shallower than what I describe. They live on a plane bereft of the beauty available to the sensitive person. They cannot see what you see.
Perhaps it is your role to bring this beauty to the lives of those who cannot otherwise perceive it.
In a tale from the native people of the Northwest Coast, a tiny thrush snuggled beneath the wings of the mighty eagle until the eagle could soar no higher. The thrush then spread his own tiny wings to fly from that point to celestial realms, and hearing the music of the heavens, brought it back to earth for all to enjoy.
Perhaps, like the thrush, you are sensitive to realms beyond the reach of most. Perhaps you can bring your vision and experience to those who otherwise might not be able to see it.
Be the thrush.
Share your vision.
Everyone will not understand you, but those who do will be forever changed and forever grateful.