Magic

It almost feels like magic.

When a woman is seen.  Not looked at.  But really seen for the first time by someone.  Discovered.  She might have known him for years or minutes.  But one day he looks up at her and she can tell in his eyes that he gets her.  He appreciates what she's about.  He sees the things that others overlooked.  She may have said something silly or something authentic and heart-felt.  It doesn't matter.  But just in that moment, he caught a glimpse of her.  She was different than he thought. 

And it wasn't what she wore or how she looked.  In fact, he quite liked that her nail polish was chipped and her hair a bit messy.  He liked the not-so-perfect. 

He liked the real.  It had taken her a long time to be okay with the real.  To be okay with her humanness.  To not try so desperately to cover up truth with a phony mask. 

And just because he saw her, didn't mean he was "it."  No.  It just meant that he saw her.  And she loved that.  It made her feel that she was special.  Not ordinary.  Known.  And perhaps even a step further--accepted.  She savored the moment.  She wanted to drink it in.

Isn't that what we're all looking for? That person that sees you for you and your depth and your words and your heart?  The person that says "I see the things you'd like to count as imperfections, and I call them beautiful.  They make you, you."  We so desire to be known by another.  Might as well be honest about it. 

This is the part where I would normally interject that we do, in fact, have someone's attention.  (And maybe I will...) We have the Creator's attention.  It is worth saying.  He finds us captivating.  I'm sure of it.  He cares.  He sees.  Truly.  But I also think it's okay to acknowledge that we want the same of our most significant human relationships.  I don't find anything wrong with wanting that.  With saying it out loud.

I've experienced this moment of being seen.  Well, at least I think I have.  I call moments like these "magic."   I say they are magic, I suppose, because they are so pure in essence and yet overwhelming enough that they do not seem real. 

This is just something I've been thinking about and thought I would share.  I think we have to treasure the purest and simplest of moments when we are seen for who we are.   No matter how few or far between these moments may be. We cannot lose sight of them or lose hope of the magic to come.