Autism in My Eyes
Hidden treasure … always what my soul is searching for. In order to find the most amazing parts of life, what matters most is what I see. Anyone who knows me well can testify that my favorite afternoon is spent thrifting - poking around the Salvation Army, slowly filling the rickety cart with pieces to fill my world. The trick is to look. The sentence is simple, but the practice takes time.
Holding this heavy pendant in my palm, it just felt right. The balance was sensory as well as philosophical. Grit & Grace: the two elements of allure, as I see it. Plunk! This gem is going in the basket today. Later as I hung it on the iron hook, I knew it would become an amulet of reminder.
I see so much treasure in the faces all around me. In my eyes, all the pieces fit. How can I voice strong in a culture that leans toward cost benefit analysis and conformity? It’ll take grit, Lisa. Speak the treasure that you see. How can I be the calm that keeps the pieces all in place? It’ll take grace, Lisa. Take a deep breath.