While on my daily walks in the park, I pass other walkers...some alone, some with someone else. Invariably, I smile and attempt to look them in the eye as I speak a brief greeting. For those who dare to meet my gaze and also speak in return, it seems as though for a brief moment nothing is between us and we are connected. Some pass by without speaking or even looking at me, however, and I feel that we missed an opportunity to be real to one another out of fear of stranger or fear of vulnerability. Surely, we are meant to be present to one another, even in passing.
On Jun 28, 2016 Jennie Shirey wrote :
While on my daily walks in the park, I pass other walkers...some alone, some with someone else. Invariably, I smile and attempt to look them in the eye as I speak a brief greeting. For those who dare to meet my gaze and also speak in return, it seems as though for a brief moment nothing is between us and we are connected. Some pass by without speaking or even looking at me, however, and I feel that we missed an opportunity to be real to one another out of fear of stranger or fear of vulnerability. Surely, we are meant to be present to one another, even in passing.