Wandering ALong the Path: Right Speech

I went to my eye doctor this morning and my eyes were still holding. I get nervous before each checkup, but so far so good. Having my vision threatened has been challenging, for many years, but I've been fortunate that my one eye is doing all the hard work. Also, that science has found treatments that have worked on my bad eye, so that I have a lot of vision left, but have lost the ability to read or see faces through it. My eyesight has been an issue since lower elementary school, when I had to wear glasses. I kept "losing" them on purpose and in that era "four eyes" was humiliating. When I turned sixteen, and could wear contact lenses, I felt I transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan. But in my late forties I had cataract surgery for both eyes, then thyroid eye disease and finally macular degeneration. I was terribly myopic, and that can exacerbate macular, because my eyes are so egg shaped. I adore art and reading and all the things that vision brings, and though I've trained myself to rest my eyes, listen to music, and not be so dependent on the visual, I really haven't succeeded that well. I am enjoying my vision as it is and while it lasts, and will adjust as things change, which is the law of the universe. This threat makes me gratefuf and appreciative of all I see, from my grandchildrens' faces to the snowdrops coming up under the persimmon tree. Seeing is conscious for me.