Day 8: To Be Seen

 


The power of the gaze. Of presence. Of not saying anything. Words are not always necessary. Perhaps we've overused them lately...
Arguing over definitions and intentions, then judging and dismissing ourselves into our own tribes. Semantics. 
But take away words and replace them with eye contact for 4 minutes? Well. *
We enter eternity. Our communal eternal struggle to be known. To be understood. To be looked upon with compassion and tenderness, kindness and wonder. 

We enter into the eternal story of humankind, how we are all more alike than different. 

We open our hearts door to our war-torn and blissful stories, let everything spill out,  and before its too late we try and pick everything up and stuff it back in.  But it is too late, and the grace of the other's gaze looks upon you and smiles. 

What a holy exchange. 
May I have the courage to go and do likewise. 


*This assignment was inspired by an experiment with Amnesty International and the over one million refugees entering Europe. You can watch it here: 

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