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“The ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.”

~ David Whyte

 

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  • Julie
    September 17, 2012 at 11:21 am

    That’s it exactly. To be witnessed, to be acknowledged, to be heard.
    Yesterday, Anthony and I were riding our bikes on the towpath again, and I found myself being grumpy about stupid little things. I was feeling rushed. I wanted another cup of coffee, to stop and finish my apple, most of all, to slow down for a minute and take a deep breath. And then I remembered something I had read last week about the smiling and brow furrowing muscles in our faces. I’m sure you’ve seen this before. If you consciously make an effort to smile, you begin to feel happier. By the same token, if you relax the muscles in your forehead to unfurrow those two lines between your eyebrows, you begin to feel less stressed. So I decided to put this to the test, and I started smiling and saying good morning to every single biker, runner, walker, and stroller inhabitant that we passed by. Some people ignored me (after all we do live in New Jersey); others smiled back. Even a few runners, sweat dripping down their brows, gasping for air, made the effort to raise a hand briefly in acknowledgement. And from there, I started really seeing the people along the towpath. There were several people, middle-aged and older, generally, who were walking alone. And some of them looked as if they had been alone for awhile. They were a little messy and unkempt. I wondered if that was how they felt inside. (Maybe it was just the way they dress on Sunday mornings. God knows that sometimes the last thing I want to do is get out of my jammies on Sunday morning. Love my plaid flannel pants.) These people in their aloneness, made me want to acknowledge them even more. To say, “Hey. You there. How are you today? What’s going on in your world?” I just wanted to let them know that they aren’t alone. That they matter. We all matter. And no one ever should feel that they don’t.

    • Joanie
      October 7, 2012 at 9:09 pm

      Julie…I just hugged you….very tightly <3

      • Julie
        October 31, 2012 at 5:08 pm

        Thank you Joanie. I’m just seeing this today, this moment. 🙂