Week 44: Yes, It's Really ME
I've always loved owls. They are such beautiful, mysterious creatures to me. Their wise eyes are so captivating and seem to look deep into my soul, saying "I see you". That's what I crave... to be seen... really seen and understood for who I truly am. Not the politely gracious one who laughs at jokes that aren't all that funny. Not the one who says what she knows she probably should or what others want to hear. Not the one who censors her words for fear of being seen a certain way or of offending someone. The me that I am in entirety... the good, the bad, the ugly. That is what I want to see in you, as well. The wise old owl doesn't have the time or patience for bullshit.
