I was driving home the other day and saw a blind man walking casually along a summer hot, busy street. I watched the wide sweep of his cane….the rhythmic pace of his steps…and the relaxed body posture he maintained as he walked along the street. He wasn’t walking particularly slow…or fast. He walked confidently as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He wasn’t tense or apprehensive. His cane didn’t tap along the ground like I’ve seen before….it swept gracefully in wide arcs. I thought it profoundly interesting–blind people (and my blind dog) slow down to see…and they see better than most of us. Cover the world you are walking through with delibrate wide arching strokes. Cover the surface like a hand caressing skin or the curves of a lovely vase. THIS is seeing. This is being mindful. This is BEING-present.