See and be seen

 

There is a simple human need, that even I, who kinda turned away from the human world, rejoices in; it’s the act of being seen.

I have to say there is also a side of being seen that turns me off, that is the side of  being seen ladled with judgment. Now, with judgment I mean to say the mean  side of that coin.

 

So now we have gotten that confusion out of the way… I like being seen and having my existence acknowledged.  It’s a simple act of kindness that makes a big difference in how well you feel connected to the world of people around you.

 

Here on the Montagne Bourbonnaise there is a lot of being seen done. On my daily route there are many places where a wave is waiting for me, I rejoice in all the waves and nods Bonjour.  But there is one in particular that I hope for each day. It’s a wave by a small, elderly  woman who always wears a man’s cap. She has a real special way of waving. She holds up her hand shoulder high, fingers pressed together, thumb close to  her palm, which is tilted slightly forward. Her kind eyes make it look like a blessing, I let myself be blessed.