To Be Seen

“It’s better to be seen than viewed”, said the cashier at the gas station. That phrase has stuck with me for almost a year. We were just making small talk, and then those words fell out of his mouth as I headed toward the door.

The people who walk through our lives are important, and we need to pay attention to who steps in and what they say because most have a message.

When we first moved here, there weren’t many people walking this neighborhood. There was the occasional runner, or someone would zoom by on a bicycle, but no one just strolling the streets. A year ago I began a simple habit of walking to the end of the street as a friendly presence in the neighborhood. I’ve met a good many neighbors and been doing this for long enough now, when they see me coming they stop and talk.

The time or day doesn’t matter so much as the doing.

This is not considered exercise. I literally step outside in whatever I’m wearing and stroll the nearby streets. My daughter got tickled at me one day when I walked out the door and forgot to leave my glasses at home. I was wrapped up in my favorite cardigan and my glasses were still sitting atop my head as we strolled, but it didn’t bother me because I want to be seen for who I am.

A writer.

To be a writer, you need to release your words. To be a good neighbor, you need to keep them.

An excerpt from the book.

I enjoyed all of your fun comments on my previous post Embracing the New. Here’s a couple of photos I shared in my Fearless community taken with my new phone. I wanted to capture the tiny detail of the yellow flower blooming, and it did that, but it also but picked up every vein in the leaves. I love how the pot sitting below is blurry like it’s not supposed to be the focus.

Focused on the details.
The bigger picture.

We do not see our size. We do not view ourselves with accuracy. We are far larger, far more marvelous, far more deeply and consistently creative than we recognize or know.

Pg. 48 of ‘A Right to Write’, by Julia Cameron.

Here’s to showing up in true form and allowing ourselves to be seen. Much love-Barb.

I Get To

I love being an adult. When you’re a teenager, you are too young for most of what you would like to do and too old for the rest. Being an adult, you can do most anything you want to do, within reason of course.

I’ve started to journal again. It started a couple of weeks ago with a gratitude list and evolved from there.

I’ve had a very quiet season with God the past few months. It’s like He moved us into this house and said, “Wait.” He is moving now, and everyday I see something new. A small thing happens where I can tell we are on the same page. Everything that has occurred this year is starting to make sense now.

I was curled up on my bed with a cup of green tea and this book I want to use as my journal. It made me pause and wonder, how many women get to do this? To curl up in the middle of their bed, in early evening and gaze out the windows and just be.

I get to be an adult and become whatever God wants me to be. My daughter just turned 16 and wants to go to Australia in a couple of years. I’d better enjoy this next couple of years I have with her because they go by too fast. If you are a Mom with more than one child and the only time you get to curl up in bed is for sleep, be encouraged.

It won’t last, so enjoy where you are.

You see, 10 years ago, I put my dreams on hold to be the best Mom I could possibly be. God doesn’t forget the dreams He puts in your heart. He knows what you’re supposed to be and He’s patient.

Today, I am just now starting to see my dreams come back into view. They look a little different, but it’s the same general idea. As a matter of fact, it’s going to be better than ever before. So, I am going to go back to my bed, journal and be grateful that I get to.