Sadly, I have no aptitude for learning foreign languages. I don't sweat it too much - I have plenty of other skills. The funny thing is, my Flickr page keeps switching from English to French. I really don't how or why this is happening. Is it a sign from the universe (or the folks from Flickr) that I should try picking up a new language?
While visiting the Lost Coast last month, I met a young man who counts learning foreign languages as one of his main passions. Gabe is a friend of my cousin Warren. In addition to speaking several languages, Gabe also makes a mean Mexican Pesto, which is wholly different from my Mexican Pesto. Gabe's Mexican Pesto is hot, hot, hot. He showed us how to make it one evening after dinner. Serrano peppers, roasted. Dried Thai hot peppers, roasted. Garlic. Olive oil. Salt. Intense. The mere thought of it makes my mouth water.
While Gabe was bravely dicing piping hot peppers, he shared a Spanish saying with me. Due to my foreign language handicap, I have absolutely no idea what the phrase is, but I got the gist of it: The heart cannot miss what the eyes have not seen.
(Please, if you're familiar with Spanish sayings, and you know this saying, by all means, fill me in!)
I can't remember exactly how or why this phrase came up. It might have had something to do with our conversation about not touching one's eyes after chopping hot peppers. But the phrase as I remember it keeps flowing through my mind. It is simple, honest and true.
The heart cannot miss what the eyes have not seen.
Or how about this:
The heart cannot miss what the hands have not touched.
The heart cannot miss what the tongue has not tasted (mmmmm, Mexican Pesto).
The heart cannot miss what the ears have not heard.
The heart cannot miss what the nose has not smelled (OK, maybe that's stretching it a little, but just wait 'til you smell Thai hot peppers being roasted).
Life is truly an experience for the senses. Let not our hearts miss out on any of it.