I am one who sees pain and is pained by what I see. I am the starving child with piercing, beseeching eyes. I am one who watches intensely and with fierce concern. I am one so laden with despair that my gaze is pinned to earth. My eyes are portals to the core of my soul, and the pain cannot be unseen. My eyes are a drought that no tears can cleanse.
What is your gift or message for me?
Pay attention. See the pain and suffering of existence. Do not numb yourself or hide from it.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to look into the yes of people you meet. It is healing. I want you to see what is in front of you, than act to meet the needs that arise.
Why did you show up today?
Because I cannot bear witness alone. The more eyes that awaken and see, the greater the healing.
If you have a shadow, what would it be? Or, what light do you offer?
The shadow is depression, isolation, resignation. The light is bearing witness.











