Panorama:   a complete view

from pan– [all] + horama [Gk. sight, spectacle, that which is seen; from horan, to look, see]


I’ve been thinking about blind spots. We all have them–if we’re humble enough to admit.

We live inside opaque walls (God-forbid you see through me),

But our intimate souls crave close-ups; our brilliant intellects chase microscopic analysis, deconstruct & reconstruct our constructs;

We want to crawl inside the craters of the distant moon with a 83x telephoto zoom lens and plunder her mysteries.

Yup, we all live all walls up but afraid to step too far back and lose the subjects of our affections (or perhaps get run over by oncoming traffic because we weren’t paying attention–but even so, didn’t you know we could resurrect?), so our starved souls have created a nearsighted reality.

But you have to climb, and climb, and climb, let your lungs expand-contract-work-ache, feel your inner thighs and glutes expand-contract-work-ache, your knees and heart release their hidden anger and sorrow; your blood needs to burn in your cheeks and through your veins like electricity until you reach a higher height, a clearer view, the sky.

Sure, the air is thinner up here, and you might have to defy your Acrophobic demons once, twice, and then again, again, higher and higher as the walls sink lower and lower…

I’m not promising it’s easy.

But let’s climb anyway.

Trust me, the view is worth it.

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