I looked out of floor to ceiling windows and gave a small gasp. The view was from the 31st floor of the Federal Reserve Building in Boston, Boston’s third tallest building. With the harbor directly beneath me and other tall buildings to the side, I could see for miles. It was what I think people call a bird’s-eye view – that view above the crowds, above the trees, seeing over all below.
Minutes before I had jostled and maneuvered my way through the thick crowd of people, down through one tunnel only to emerge two minutes later up another tunnel after a short subway ride. On the plaza of the building I could see only what was in my immediate vicinity; the man on his blackberry, an annoyed look on his face, evidence that it would be a long Friday;the woman with a baby in a stroller, perhaps en route to daycare; the school bus waiting at the traffic light next to a large red suburban utility vehicle, out-of-place among city cars and traffic as it honked its loud suburban horn. My view was only as far as my contact-lens corrected vision.
On the plaza of the building I could see only what was in my immediate vicinity
But up on the 31st floor that all changed. I had a 360 degree view. I could see the gold-dome of the state house from the windows to my left; the harbor straight in front of me;a helicopter about eye-view; the school bus and red suburban now at a different light. I could see miles instead of inches, the big view replaced the small.
Perspective. We have all kinds of clichés that attempt to capture this: “Can’t see the forest for the trees” or “In the long run” are two such phrases. But nothing really captures perspective in the way that this view did.
While the analogy was initially obvious, I keep on going back to the scene. I am fully convinced that there is a God who has a far wider, broader view than my beautiful perch on the 31st floor. I am equally convinced that part of my job is to remember this.
But. And I think this is a big But. I also think that my job of paying attention to the detail around me is equally important. There’s very little I can affect from the 31st floor. Had the woman with the stroller stumbled, there would be nothing I could do. Yes I had perspective of the bigger picture, but I was removed from being able to do anything about the smaller picture that fed into the larger. I couldn’t influence, I couldn’t affect change.
It’s a balance I think, but not only a balance, it’s a willingness to enter into my perspective completely, without reservation, even while having faith that there is something more going on. And maybe that’s the true meaning of perspective. Faith in what I don’t see in order to participate fully in what I do see.
What about you? When you think of the big picture, how does it affect the smaller?
6 thoughts on “Perspective”
Great perspective, Marilyn.
Thanks Bettie – and it was quite a view!!
I think a “big picture” a useful image for women who are trained to take on no less than everything. My generation wasn’t taught to set limits and say no. It’s curious that in religious teaching when we’re told to bear one another burdens there’s never any mention of who is going to bear ours.
I sat through a church sermon once when I was in the middle of a long depression and listened to a male pastor tell us all how to be sacrificial servants. I realized that this man had no idea the huge amounts of person-hood women are expected to give up just to live in society. When I recount this story in my memoir (little plug there) I call his ideas of sacrifice “bush-league.”
Perspective helps me recognize that I have limits and if I don’t take care of myself, I am no good to anyone else. There’s a huge amount of need out there and some of it is my own.
There is a balance of loving myself, letting others love me and loving in what (relatively) small ways I can the people in my life and those that cross my path. I have faith in the greatness of the small act of kindness.
Great thoughts Elena. I have done a lot of thinking as well about limits and trying to be all things to all people. Too tired right now to articulate but this comment was right on. Thank you for these words.
The “wordsmyth” has done it again…bravo Marilyn! I appreciate your succinctness and clarity.
Thank you – perspective is something I simultaneously want and struggle with. Appreciate so much these words.