Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Lizard came out and sat quietly on the rock wall.


Ms. Blue was schooling me on how not to look like a predator, to the lizard. When I first met you, I thought you were a predator, because you look so hard. She saw the little lizard from a long way off. Are you planning to eat the lizard, she asked, beak in wing. You will never catch him staring at him that way. She came down to the branch to show me how to look inconspicuous. She turned her back to the lizard, as though he wasn’t even there. I know you see him, Ms. Blue, I said. First, she stared at me and said, this is what I want you to do. This is what you are doing and this is what I want you to do. Then, she turned tail to me and the lizard. She stared at the sky as though she had nothing else to do. If I were a bird your size, I would consider that lizard a tasty treat for myself and my hatchlings. No thank you, I am not too fond of eating lizards.
I had to laugh that she thought she would school me on that subject. She is so adorable, how she takes me under wing. Completely different from my classes from Ms. Robin who told me about, considering and not, my husbands wants and wishes. Some of them are to be accepted and some are to fall like water off… Well I need say no more. Now in the class from the Blue’s it is always about when and what to show. They are a family of excellence and showiness. Ostentation is their middle name. I appreciate the class.

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