I was inspired to write this entry because of the slogan I read at the top of this web page. I don't know if it was intended for a single person as a username, or for the entire community. Anyway, i had to rewrite this entry because the first time i think it deleted itself. so i'll try again.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be Kermit? Having to spend each day the color of every leaf? I have. i wonder what Kermit thinks about. Yes, I know he's a fictional character, but I used to wonder as a child, what kermit and other characters thought about behind the scenes. I mean, what is sesame Street really like at night? Are there any bars?
But i digress.
What i am writing about is a risky thing to share with the public, since anyone could read it, anyone whom i know or who knows me, or has heard of me, or just anyone in general. I'd post to my friends page for less risk, but eventually it will come out in my other entries. i don't have a problem with it, but if anyone should put the two together and know who I really am, well, we could have problems because we're online. I don't think I need to say anymore about that. Perhaps I worry too much.
It really isn't that easy being green. Some of you will know that those who worked with Jim Henson and knew him well realized that he was color blind. That is one reason why this song touches them so much and is so real to them. it's not easy being, or seeing, green.
I am visually impaired. I know how hard it is to be green.
It's not that easy being blind,
Having to spend each day with a white cane to help you walk around,
When I think it would be nicer,
Being sighted, able to run, or jump, or make appropriate and correctly formed gestures, or something much more interesting and colorful, like that.
It's not that easy being blind.
It seems you just bump into so many strange things,
And people sometimes tend to go behind your back and even baby you, Cause you're not talking like they do, saying, "Look over there", "Did you see that great play?" or you don't wear their style of clothes, your hair is weird, and you have to carry a huge Braille writing machine around with you all day and many, many other things that make you different than all your sighted comrades.
But being blind, you get to smell the smells of spring, hear the geese more clearly.
And being blind, you do have friends who relate to you so well. Plus you get to read in the dark.
You can still learn to sing well,
Like a bird,
or eat good foodwell,
like spinach, while appreciating it,
Or you can say, "See you later', to your blind friends, and they understand what you mean and won't laugh at you.
And there is so much to teach others about the heart.
When 'blind" is all there is to be, or see,
It can make you wonder, why.
But why wonder.
Why wonder?
Yes, I am blind.
It's okay.
It'll be fine.
I'm thankful.
For now, this is what I think I want to be.""
(Lyrics adapted last-minute yet deliberately to fit my current circumstance, from Jim Henson's "It's Not Easy Being Green" as sung by Kermit the Frog, CA 1969-1979?)
I am blind. Kermit is green. And sometimes it really is hard for the both of us. i can't imagine what Kermit has to go through with that pig too!
I'd write more but it is late and I don't remember what else I want to say, except, both, equally. I have overcome. I am not in a wheelchair. I am blind, but I love life! Yet sometimes I have days that are good and okay, and sometimes I have my blind days and sometimes I have my really blind days where it's not just, "Oops, blew that one", it's more like, "You blind thing you, look at you, you might never live up". That's when I need to pick myself up, dust off, pray hard, put my two feet on the floor, and find the strength to move on. It is not easy. it isn't the most terrible thing in the world. But it isn't easy. i want people to know both that i've been able to learn to live with it, and that we need to look out for and encourage one another in struggles. It is not like poor spelling. It isn't a little bug I can flick off once in a while that keeps coming back again. It is a poisonous snake that will kil me if i let it. But I won't let it. If any of you know someone who is deaf, blind, or otherwise and bounces back, don't ever think they are rock solid robots who never get depressed and find it a breeze. if you want to spell "illusion" correctly, or make the right facial expressions, or cook right, all it takes is to take a spelling, theatre, or cooking class. If your problem is learning how to live with blindness all you have to do is live in a blind person's shoes and learn to adapt. If you are blind and your problem is you can't see, you need to learn how to see again. You need to not only open your eyes, look at an apple, and see its roundness and know by your eyes that it's an apple, but you need to train your brain again to do something it's never done. This means watching Sesame Street all over again for the very first time, except this time it's not your ears, it's your eyes adapting to the difference between a red apple, a red ball, and Elmo's head. it means saying that though there is Cookie monster's eyes, a ping pong ball, and an apple on the table, one of these things, because it looks different and doesn't sound different,and you can eat it, doesn't exactly belong. our world is full of visual gestures, movements, signs. Let alone learning the "stop" and "go" signs and how to view them physically, there is so much more. Being blind is not a weakness like poor spelling. It is a disability. I am disabled. Yet, by the grace of God, I have learned how to see with my heart. "You only see well with the heart". --Helen Keller
Till sometime within the futuristic domain,
Meggy