Being Seen

Once in a while I'm seen. It happens rarely enough that it continues to catch me off guard. Swirling in a sea of faces—busy, overwhelmed, smiling, distracted, compelled, purposeful, meandering, confident, sulking, (the list of fitting adjectives stretches beyond the human story's horizon)—it is as important to me to be one who distinguishes and recognizes individual souls as it is to be seen and recognized as a one, instead of merely another one among many.
I was seen today. Felt good. I tried to brush past, get on to my destination, but those who see individuals insist on encounter. I'm glad. I had another destination this morning that I almost missed. One of my favorite. Being seen.