This past Sunday, Rachel and I intended to go to church, but woke up late, forgetting that they'd switched to the morning service. I sat, listening to a recorded dharma talk, staring out the window. As I watched a bush outside my window, a flurry of gently drifting dandellion puffs, and a small bird, I realized how much there is to see in the supposedly mundane. One of the things that makes humans wonderful is the ability to look at something and see more than the sum of its parts.
We all have an artist's eye. It might be more pronounced or practiced in writers, painters, or other practicing artists, but I think it's there in all of us. I was speaking to one of my students (keep in mind I work at a Science and Tech magnet school) about the universe. As we discussed the theory of continuous expansion and contraction in the universe he compared space to a giant beating heart. That type of abstract thought takes an artist's eye, a way of seeing the beauty in what's there.