Being Seen ...
There's a reason we're friends with the people we befriend and who befriend us.
But there are those who know us in a casual way, and then there are those who resonate on a deeper level.
What a relief it is to find those friends.
I am fortunate to know a handful who know me, see me, believe in me, often better than I am able, in the moment, to know, see, or believe in myself. They are generous and patient and kind. They stay nearby, year after year, holding mirrors, being mirrors, waiting.
Some years ago,
"For a lot of our folks, you have to hide a bit of who 'you' is to get along with most people. It's like falling into frosting when you can go to an event and meet people you can talk with."
I loved that imagery: falling into frosting.
(My friends, they love frosting. As do I. Who doesn't, really?)
But indeed, it is like falling into frosting, though I had never thought of it that way, had never heard that phrase before that interview. A soft place to fall, comfortable and sweet.
Of course, my friends also help me to see my unsavory side, traits I'd like to change, shift, better.
I am grateful to them. And I hope I am able to repay them in some small way, with time or favors or understanding.