And it really hit home.
“When we allow ourselves to be witnessed by another, we cannot help but be transformed by the experience. Whether we are sharing a personal experience, standing in front of friends to celebrate a special occasion, or expressing our unbridled joy or sorrow in front of a loved one, we are allowing ourselves to be seen and experienced in a very intimate way. Not only are we baring ourselves to someone else, but we are allowing that person to hold a very specific kind of space with us so this powerful act can take place. To be witnessed is to let ourselves be seen as we truly are in that moment.”
I sometimes shudder at the prospect of being truly witnessed. Be it in class, in a friendship, in my marriage, or in any other situation that matters to me. I then realize (hopefully), that I want to witness others in this way, in part, to validate my own experiences. I think that the concept of being witnessed is a way to connect with life in a deeper way. If we hide for too long, we become detached. I think to myself “No one could possibly understand…” or a variation of that sentiment. To hide is to lose something really precious. I think. There are times to be alone and quiet, but this is a profound thing to read today.
Oh, and I ordered tye-dye checks today. That was fun. Yippee!