“You know, I really do believe there is some kind of magical thing that happens when one person takes a moment to pass along a kindness or a note of acknowledgement that we are both sharing this life, this human space, together. It’s a weird kind of honoring. I like to call it: “I see you.” I see you, Mandy. I see you, and you are real. … It sounds cliché, but as any therapist worth her salt knows, aphorisms so maddeningly often are. We are so conditioned to spend our lives posturing as wonderless untouchable cynics, resisting anything that smacks earnest lest we appear weak and vulnerable, that our very first instinct can often be to reject these stunning pulses of what is so often actual naked human emotion.”

— Mandy Stadtmiller

10:58 am  •  24 August 2012  •  2 notes