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The Longer You Look

April 26, 2021 by Helena Sorensen 6 Comments

The first time I saw him, his face was shadowed by the brim of a baseball cap. His shoulders were hunched. His shorts and T-shirt were loose. He lifted my suitcase and garment bag out of his parents’ van, and I thought, “Jock.” That evening we sat across the table from each other at a restaurant famous for its peach muffins. You know the kind—just enough flour to keep the lard, sugar, and canned peaches together. He asked me about music, about the pieces I’d done with our college chorale and the songs I was working on in my voice lessons. He’d been a music education major, he said. Just like me.

Within a year, I knew that we both loved Ella Fitzgerald, Nat King Cole, and Harry Connick Jr. We both enjoyed musicals, travel, C.S. Lewis. He liked my short hair, and I liked the way he looked in a three-piece suit. I knew I wanted to marry him.

I’ve been looking at him a long time now. I’ve seen how he handles frustration. I’ve learned what he fears and what he despises. I’ve seen backward into his formative years, into the circumstances and messages that made him the man he is. I’ve watched him stand in rooms full of strangers and draw people to him with his calm, his humor. I’ve seen him wrestle our son and teach him how to build a campfire. I’ve seen him hug our daughter and tell her she’s a beauty.

I just keep on looking at him. You know, the longer I look, the more I see.

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There are a thousand things to look at, but that tree keeps catching my eye. I can see it through the front window, and it wants trimming.

I’ve done two rounds already, the first to get the dead wood, and the second to shape the tree. I imagine that if I prune it well, the tree will be healthier and lovelier next spring. I trim a branch on this side, another on that, trying to balance it out. The longer I look at that thing, the more I want to trim. I’m gonna need a pole saw.

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He was just an abstract image of light and shadow, bright pixels in flux against the darkness. The ultrasound tech said, “Boy,” and in that moment that was all I could know of him. I looked at the screen and thought of red and blue and brown, trains and trucks and dirt, associations every bit as abstract as the image before me. Sometime later, a nurse said, “You have a son,” and I saw the shape of his nose and the length of his fingers and heard the distinctive pitch of his cry. Before long, I discovered his penchant for twirling hair (both his and mine), and his desperate need to suck the first two fingers of his right hand. It took a little longer to learn the cadence of his speech, to recognize his love for nature and animals, to understand how much he likes to help out, how crucial that is to his sense of belonging. And the changes come so quickly. If I close my eyes, I’ll miss them.

It was the same with my daughter. The screen, the word, the endless associations. Now I set out to find her some clothes, and I know she’ll want pink, and “bluey-greeny,” and tights, and dresses that really twirl. She’ll want boots and ballet slippers, and if I can find something with a mermaid on it, she’ll say, “Oh, Mommy, I love it.” I’ve watched as she developed her sense of humor and her passion for fairy tales. I’ve watched her make friends, seen her fall in love with dancing. But every day, she is more complex. The longer I look, the more I see.

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My favorite preacher has studied Luke 15 for 65 years. He’s read and read about the prodigal son, the forgiving father, the older brother, the customs of the ancient world in which the story is set. Last year he wrote a book that summed up all he’d learned during his decades of study. Last month he preached a sermon on something new from that same passage. It jumped out at him, he said. He hadn’t seen it before.

The longer you look…

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We’ve settled in a new house in a new part of town. It’s further out in the country. You can tell because most of the neighbors have fake deer in their yards. But it’s awfully pretty out here. At night, it’s nearly pitch dark. You can walk out into the back yard, right to the middle, where the trees don’t block the view of the sky. At first, you’ll see a dozen stars. Maybe two-dozen. But if you stay awhile, let your eyes purge themselves of the artificial, indoor light, if you wait a bit and keep on watching, the heavenly hosts will show themselves. They’ll shine out of the dark until the whole sky glitters.

The longer you look, the more you see.

 

 

Photo courtesy of Donna Murray.

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Helena Sorensen
Helena Sorensen
Helena Sorensen grew up outside Tampa, Florida in a little backwater called Fort Lonesome. She is not making this up. As a child, she went exploring in the orange groves, searching for empty shotgun shells and fragments of broken glass. Since then, she has performed in show choirs and chamber choirs, received a degree in Music Education, written songs and poems, and traveled to Italy and Ireland.

She never saw any of this coming.

She also had no idea of becoming either a mother or a writer, yet here she is, living in Nashville with a husband and two kids and three published books to her name. She ponders the humor of God and the strange adventure of living while she drinks kombucha on the porch, or plans new homeschool units, or reads everything from Emily Bronte to Dave Barry to Betty MacDonald.

You can find her books and an occasional poem or some such at www.helenasorensen.com.
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  1. Gina Sorensen says

    September 12, 2016 at 8:52 am

    I am more in awe of you the longer I look.

    Reply
  2. Glenn McCarty says

    September 13, 2016 at 9:08 am

    Whoa. Just whoa.
    Further (more articulate thoughts):
    In Slow Church, the authors emphasize the importance of staying, of becoming grounded in a community. We’ve been our house 7 years now, 2 years longer than I thought when we bought it. But … after fighting through the 21st century urge to get up and go, we’re becoming rooted here in our little town. Like you describe in the last paragraph, the longer we’re here, the more we see, and, the more we love. It seems to me that commitment leads to having no choice BUT to look at something, which leads to seeing it for what it really is. It’s been my experience that this inevitably leads to loving something. Because love isn’t about seeing only the good in something, but seeing it all and embracing it for its fullness – the good and the bad.
    Oh, and this is heart-stoppingly beautiful. You should, you know, write books and stuff…

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    • Helena Sorensen says

      September 13, 2016 at 12:33 pm

      I love this insight! I have spent my life running from community, but what you say is truth. The staying, the really seeing, so often lead to loving.

      Reply
  3. Gina says

    September 16, 2016 at 2:51 pm

    Helena, you are a beauty. Thanks for sharing this wonderful reminder and perspective.

    Reply
  4. Thea Rosenburg says

    April 26, 2021 at 8:43 am

    Oh this is lovely!

    Reply
    • Helena says

      April 26, 2021 at 6:48 pm

      Thank you, Thea!

      Reply

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