I See You

by Ozan Varol

Sawubona is a standard Zulu greeting. But its meaning goes far deeper than your typical hello. Sawubona literally means “I see you.” It refers to seeing in a more meaningful sense than the simple act of sight. It means, “I see your personality. I see your humanity. I see your dignity.”

Sawubona says you’re not an object to me. You’re not a business card. You’re not a transaction. You’re not a title. You’re not just another person standing in line between me and my Starbucks macchiato.

You exist. You matter. You contain multitudes. You’re a memory to someone. You are a living, breathing, imperfect human being who has experienced joy and suffering, triumph and despair, and love and grief.

The traditional response to sawubona is ngikhona. It means “I am here,” but its meaning also goes deeper: “It tells the observer that you feel you have been seen and understood and that your personal dignity has been recognized.”

When we feel understood in this way—when we feel that the other person really gets us—we vibrate on each other’s frequency, instead of moving past each other.

This doesn’t require any grand gestures.

It means holding emotional space for a loved one with a simple, “I’m sorry. That’s awful,” instead of immediately jumping into problem-solving mode.

It means grieving for laid-off employees instead of blithely marching onward to the resolute beat of business as usual.

It means finding the human dimension in the products we create by looking at them from the perspective of those we serve, instead of getting lost in acronyms, processes, and PowerPoint decks.

It means remembering our common humanity even when we disagree.

It means choosing to see in a world that has stopped seeing.


Seeker’s Find

Matthew 6:7-8 (Amplified Bible) Ask and keep on asking and it will be given to you; seek and keep on seeking and you will find; knock and keep on knocking and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who keeps on asking receives, and he who keeps on seeking finds, and to him who keeps on knocking, it will be opened.




By Wayne Muller

There is a Tibetan parable that says if we put a tablespoon of salt in a glass of water and drink it, the water will taste terrible and bitter. But if we were to stir that same tablespoon of salt into an enormous, clear blue mountain lake, the water in the lake would remain sweet; we would not taste the salt at all.

The problem, the Tibetans say, is not the salt we are given. The real problem is how spacious is the container into which that salt is poured.

The question is not, never, ever, whether or not we will be given challenges and limitations. We will. The question is, how will we hold them, how will we be changed, how will they shape us, what will we bring to the healing of them, what, if anything, will be born in its place?

Pass the Salt, Please



Always With You

From Conversations with God, by Neale Donald Walsch

Do not feel abandoned. I am always with you.
Listen to Me in the truth of your soul.
Listen to Me in the feelings of your heart.
Listen to Me in the quiet of your mind.

Hear Me, everywhere.
Whenever you have a question,
simply know that I have answered it already.
Then open your eyes to your world.
My response could be
in an article already published.
In the sermon already written
and about to be delivered.
In the movie now being made.
In the song just yesterday composed.
In the words about to be said by a loved one.
In the heart of a new friend about to be made.

My Truth is in the whisper of the wind,
the babble of the brook,
the crack of the thunder,
the tap of the rain.
It is the feel of the earth,
the fragrance of the lily,
the warmth of the sun,
the pull of the moon.

My Truth–and your surest help in time of need,
is as awesome as the night sky,
and as simply, incontrovertibly,
trustful as a baby’s gurgle.
It is as loud as a pounding heartbeat,
and as quiet as a breath taken in unity with Me.

I will not leave you,
I can not leave you,
for you are
My creation and My product,
My daughter and My son,
My purpose and My…Self.

Call on Me, therefore,
wherever and whenever
you are separate
from the peace that
I AM.

I will be there.
With Truth.
And Light.
And Love.




Methuselah

Methuselah: Meaning
When He Is Dead It Shall Be Sent
Hebrew Etymology
From (1) the noun מת (mat), man, or מות (mut), death,

and (2) the verb שלח (shalah), to send or let go.

I walked passed this old man of a tree,
On my way to solitude near the dells of the lake;
His stately demur jolted my gaze upward, amazed;
I stood beholding his long branchs, once strong arms;
Poised starkly, in all knowing, pronouncing:
Study and know, no matter the count,
969 were mine, and those days quickly passed.
How much is enough Methuselah?
So many days I want, before the green of my life,
Like yours, flows at last?
Dried out for years you’ve been, perhaps,
More or less, I know not.
Yet here I found you, strong, still, stark;
Seemingly dead, and yet
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