I had lunch with a friend the other day. He is a beautiful soul. I don’t know if he realizes it. We see each other a few times a year, but he is one of those who I can pick up with as if we parted only yesterday. I open with him because we talked about compliments. We talked about eyes, him asking if he has nice eyes — he does — and me talking about how girls love to be complimented on their eyes (I do!). One of the best compliments I ever received was after an opening staring exercise on a “Happening” retreat; someone told me she looked into my eyes and had seen Jesus looking back at her. That was 14 years ago, and I still remember. So, anyway, this same friend has told me that I am attractive, asking if I realize it. I said that I did — logically, but maybe didn’t fully believe it. I pondered this and realized that even my head doubted it.
Today I read a fascinating project recreated in the book PostSecret (also a web-site). I was blown away by the concept: strangers being asked to send in artistic postcards containing a secret that they had never told anyone. The project was beautiful, but some postcards were downright heart-wrenching. It reminded me of how many people are in pain and need someone to know about it. They need someone to care. It made me think today about how people want to hear that they are somebody, attractive, loved, and truly beautiful. Imagine what a difference it would make if they could hear it from someone, especially if they can’t yet tell themselves.
My favorite line from my current metaphysics lesson is: “It was the desire for the expression of love which brought us into being.” Do you know what this means? We are an expression of love. We ARE love.
So, why don’t you tell someone they are beautiful today. Anyone! If you can’t say it out loud, say it in your heart. (Thoughts have energy!) And if we cross paths today, my friend, know that my soul is saying it to you:
“You are beautiful. I love you.”