Traveling connects you with so many people. Every person you see and meet is one in 7 billion, and you get to share your life with them—even if only for a tiny moment.
I was in the city observing people and I had a thought. It’s so easy to only look at people. To only see the shoes they’re wearing, the type of coffee they’re sipping, the color of their eyes.
But it’s so much harder to stop and really look at them.
To see them mid belly laugh and immediately be able to picture them cruising with the windows down and their feet on the dashboard. To look into their eyes when they let out a smile and suddenly see them sitting on the crisp lawn of their favorite park, entirely at peace with their messy life. To catch the freckles lighting up their face and all of a sudden see them dancing in the snow. To spot the things that make their hearts burst or eyes widen. To really see people.
That’s what it means to be seen. When people look at me, I want them to see arms dancing, wild laughing and god-awful dance moves. I want them to picture warm coffee mugs and sun-filled days—the kind that makes things a bit clearer. I want them to think naps on crisp white sheets and hopping over sidewalk cracks. I want them to imagine hand holding and pinky promises. I want them to think gentle and brave and messy tangled hair.
If they look closely, I hope they see the laugh and the punch and the reach. I hope they see a work in progress and a final answer
But above all, I want people to be able to look at me and without a question, see me seeing them. Really seeing them.
The shines out of you and everyone sees it! 🌻