being seen

i believe the thing we all want

is to be seen.

Not being seen in the "God,i know people will see this pimple/grey hair/ wrinkle/cellulite/hole in my pantyhose/ deep ugly flaw in my character" kind of way...

But in this way

" I see your magnificence"

" i see you as a perfect reflection of God"

"I see you - perfect, whole, complete."


this is the way we YEARN for.

Sometimes we try to cover this yearing up with things, we numb it with alchohol, drugs, drama...

But,I think it is what makes us turn to goo around babies - they touch on the place that is perfect possibility - maybe they help us see that moment where we were (hopefully) seen with love in it's most crystal clear form.

"Thank All That Is, there you are, you are perfect, I love you."

The yearning for this being seen can lead us into all kinds of places, damaging and repairing, kind and cruel.

But it is when we begin to see ourselves, see our shadow and our shallows and our gifts and our longings and our stumblings and our accomplishments and our pimples and we can greet all that with Love...

then we see ourselves.

then that is reflected around us...

and then our eyes truely open...

today i wish that you could glimpse your own magnificence...

i am looking for mine

You never know...

You never know when what you are doing might make a huge difference to someone

I was reflecting on this as i was driving the other day

feeling very harried and sad and overwhelmed (thankyou for reading through some of that in the last couple of weeks)

i was at the traffic lights and a woman drove past

she was laughing her head off

mouth wide open

eyes crinkled

laughing with her whole self

and it lifted me

her joy shot through her window and into mine and shifted the heavy stuff out of the way

she made a difference and she will never know

and as i was driving past a big poplar, the last of it's leaves yellowing, and shimmering in the cool breeze, blue sky backdrop, sun shining hard... the miracle of autumn and the cycle of life singing full voice for all who care to hear

i thought that tree was like her...

magnificent, sharing beauty and connecting with the divine

and totally unaware

uncalculated

unworried by the opinion of others

living our truth allows us to make those gifts, completely unaware

and completely powerful