We think we know beauty through sight, but these four visually impaired people envision beauty in a different form. Robert, Sheila, Sean, and Virginia describe how they visualize beauty through aspects such as a person’s character, or through experience, such as the smell of warm, baked cookies or grass beneath one’s feet. When life consists of nothing but feelings, going to the beach and sitting by the shore is beauty with its calm and peace. Losing one’s sight means also losing one’s judgment. Beauty becomes an experience of living and finding joy — the most beautiful thing in the world.

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  • Pepper Miller

    I have such an intimate relationship with blindness, both my grandparents on my mom's side were blind and raised three daughters and a son. Here is a tribute to Roxie, my grandmother. ROXIE, MY BLIND GRANDMOTHER In a world veiled in darkness, my grandmother found her light in the tactile whispers of point print. At three months old, her eyes may have betrayed her, but her spirit was as sighted as ever. The Bible and books that filled her days were not defined by their heft or the thickness of their pages, but by the life they breathed into her through their raised dots-a language of touch, a precursor of Braille. Her slate and stylus were her instruments of correspondence, a bridge between her world and that of her blind friends. With each letter she crafted, her thoughts were etched into existence, her words a tangible presence in a world she could only hear and feel. Her books would rest on her lap, a foundation of knowledge and faith as solid as the earth itself. Her fingers, nimble and sure, would dance across the pages, a ballet of sensation and understanding. The dots beneath her touch would rise to meet her, eager to share their secrets and stories. I remember the sound of her voice, rich and warm, as she read aloud. It was a melody that resonated with wisdom and resilience, a testimony to her ability to navigate a world that was not built for her. Her dexterity was a marvel, her fingers moving with a grace that belied their age. Those books, the stylus, the slate-they were more than mere objects. They are the legacy of a woman who refused to be defined by her limitations, and who embraced the world with hands wide open. They are cherished not only for what they are but for what they represent: the indomitable will of my grandmother who saw more clearly with her heart than most do with their eyes. Roxie, a name that echoed within the walls of our home, was a beacon of resilience and grace. Blindness never dimmed her spirit; it only sharpened her other senses, transforming other daily chores into a display of her remarkable capabilities. Roxie, her domain was the heart of our household kitchen- where she reigned with gentle authority and an unerring touch. As our dishwasher, Roxie's fingers were like whispers over porcelain, detecting and erasing the slightest imperfection. Plates and utensils gleamed under her meticulous care; each one emerging from her hands as if they were new. It was a dance of fingertips and water, a silent symphony played out on ceramic and metal. The snapping of green beans was a ritual she performed with a surgeon's precision. Each bean was a conversation between her fingers and the vegetable's hidden strings. She would hold the snapped pieces to her cheek, a gesture as tender as a mother's touch, ensuring not a single string remained to mar the perfection of her task. Shelling peas was a task she cherished, a moment of peace in the rhythm of the day. The pea pods would yield to her deft fingers, splitting open to reveal their hidden treasures. The bowl would fill, each pea a testament to her skill, and the sound of the shells parting was a familiar refrain in the melody of our family life. Grandma Roxie, as we fondly called her, was more than just a member of our family. She was a symbol of unwavering strength, a reminder that the human spirit can adapt and thrive. Her legacy is etched not only in the well-worn pages of her point print books but in the very essence of our home. She is unforgettable, a cherished memory that continues to inspire and guide us. This is proudly my memories of a grand blind lady who greatly influenced my life and character. Her grandson: peppermiller3011@gmail.com

  • Diane

    Understanding the beauty that comes from "not seeing" - no judgements, just enjoyment of each moment.

  • Abhinav

    Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder->not true... Beauty lies in the heart of the beholder... Thank you for introducing the world to the reality of beauty..

  • Paul

    I took people who can't see to teach me how to see. Thank you.

  • Jean

    Only few have seen the real beauty/the most beautiful thing/feeling in this world. so nice :)

  • Melodie

    All of it. It's opened up my mind to how the world could be if we all were sightless. A wonderful video.

  • SammyG

    Thanks for sharing "the beauty we can't see".Inner beauty is everlasting, physical beauty is temporary.

  • Lucy

    How wonderful to be able to tap into things those of us with sight miss. There's no texting, tweeting or Facebook with these folks. They are realizing things that so many of us miss. Life, feelings, smells, and sounds make up their world. They are all beautiful human beings and have my awe and respect!

  • Frenchelle

    This video confirms what I feel and see since I am not blind but believe in Jesus Christ who gives me great peace and joy to enjoy people and things. You see deeper in ones character through there voice, actions and interaction with yourself. You appreciate all that God has made and especially the human body that is superb in knowledge, strength, abilities, personalities, and able to substitute parts of the body that doesn't function like it should. When realizing your senses help you to achieve even if you have lost one thee others step in to still help you. We are wonderfully made and I think the comments made are true and pure created by a wonderful Father Jesus Christ.

  • Donald

    Just hearing the 4 people talk was an experience and to feel what they were talking about as if my eyes were also being opened for the first time. To feel beauty as an experience of living and as an emotion of Joy - wonderful thoughts As a spiritual garden designer we tend to consider beauty as a physical item to be seen. I will add beauty as an experience of living into my gardens - not certain how at this moment but will try. Thank you for sharing

  • Kristin Pedemonti

    Beauty is living. Yes, beauty is the kindness we share and how we treat each other without judgement. Beauty is seeing the heart. YES! thank you for sharing YOUR beauty with all of us! Hugs from my heart to yours!

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