The Blinding Ache To Be Seen

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly.  What is essential is invisible to the eye.  

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

For B.

I got an email this morning from an old friend.  She told me of a breakthrough she’d just had regarding her training as a voice teacher. In the past she’s been prone to lamenting how life has taken her onto long side trips into wilderness that seemingly had nothing to offer her. But a profound shift has taken place.  She’s more settled, more accepting.  She’s found a mentor who will be her guide in getting herself certified.

“A birth cannot be rushed,” she wrote.

She’s realized that even if she feels she is behind, she is exactly where she needs to be.

We met twenty-six years ago. I held her hand when she began to remember sexual abuse from her childhood.  I talked to her after she lost her father to cancer. What I admire most about her is her ability to keep rising up – no matter how many times she falls.  She rises. She’s had a full plate this lifetime in terms of karma.  She comes from a background of abuse and insanity and illness.  But still she strives for her dreams. She gets up and she pulls on her big girl panties and she keeps going.

And the thing is, this is the common thread I see in people around me right now. The world may be a mess, but we are still aiming for what we want. Determined to not be stymied by fear or negativity, we are doing the work. We are doing the work whether anyone notices or not. We are not in it for the show. We are in it for the chance to burn brightly in this particular and fleeting  moment.


For many years, I was a wallflower.  I blended in wherever I was. A chameleon, I could look like paper or bark or the street beneath your feet. I hid in plain sight.

For some reason, I felt like I needed to do something big in order to measure up, to be seen, to be worth the price of admission.   Now, I realize that ache to be seen was just my small ego looking for light.  I cannot do my work (as a teacher or a writer or a poet or a songwriter) only for the praise of others.  I must do it because it is my calling.  It is the reason I am here.  It is what spirit planted me on earth to do. And these days, I do it — whether anyone acknowledges me for it — or not.

And I guess that is what I felt when I read my friend’s words this morning. Something tender. Something hopeful. Something that indicates that we are both here for reasons that we may not yet be able to see.  We need to keep going. We need to find out what gifts are in store for us.

I read somewhere recently that the world doesn’t need more successful people.  

It needs more poets and writers and dreamers.  It needs more people who are awake. It needs more kindness and cooperation. It needs spirits who are willing to let it rip, tell the truth, and sink to their knees in supplication. We may have to walk on glass or swallow fire, or maybe not. Maybe we can simply nod in recognition when we see another road warrior taking the difficult path.  The path of spiritual growth.  Maybe we can reach out in the darkness and touch the slippery silver of each others’ hearts, acknowledging that we see each other, and the sight makes us glad.

© 2012  Shavawn M. Berry  All rights reserved

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6 thoughts on “The Blinding Ache To Be Seen

  1. what wise words. We certainly need more poets and dreamers and to grow spiritually as it will make us much better people and more balanced. It is difficult in today’s busy world to grow spiritually though but not if we really want to. I find that meditation is one of the best ways.

    1. I totally agree regarding meditation! I’m glad this resonated with you. BTW, I like the whole vibe of your blog! Saffron. Yum.

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