I took this picture at a recent workshop I attended in Seattle. When I returned home and put them on my computer, I was surprised to find that this shot illicited a sense of…moodiness. Not the kind you will find at my house on any given summer day with three bored children, but the kind that mimics mystery, like a 1920′s flapper girl smoking a long, thin cigarette and wearing a dress made out of fringe: Who are you? What is your story?
Over the last couple of days I had the priviledge of having a few deep conversations. At the end of each I came to realize that we are mysterious. We want (need) people to reach beyond our last statement, or action, or facial expression, to arrive at the depths we live in. Keep going. You’re almost there. I want to tell you my story.
The Oysters remind me that people need validation, whether 3 or 33 or 93. We may not all don a mysterious pose like my flapper girl above, but we are all waiting to be seen and heard.
So pay attention to someone today. Who are you? What is your story?