29/09/2010 by Sarah Ritchie
Sitting on the train, today, I was observing a blind woman navigating her solo journey to town (which she did so extremely deftly).
I began to think about the gift of sight. This woman – and millions like her – are without the ability to absorb art and colour through sight. I can’t begin to imagine this condition (though I know their lives will be creatively rich in other ways, utilising other senses).
My mother – in her latter years – had sight in only one eye (and then lost most of the sight in the other eye during the final weeks of her life). I observed how devastated she was at this loss. It was as if her window on the world was closing.
I know that – in having sight – we have been granted a precious gift. I pray that I may never take for granted my sight, or my ability to move and use my hands. The onus and is then on me as to how I might best use these abilities. They are great tools designed to maximise and develop the skills inside.