Reporting back....and a good Cuban

Yesterday I promised I’d spend the today allowing myself to be seen. Truth be told, I didn’t always remember. But when I did, it was definitely a shift. I’d look at someone and my eyes became pools to let them in rather than to just look out from. It actually made me a bit bolder in one instance, while talking to a lovely fellow….
 
Thinking back on it now, I felt people closer to me. I liked it. I’m going to stick with this. See where it takes me. Receptivity as a turn of events.
 
Oh, and tonight, my housemates, these sweet darlings & I…we smoked my father’s Cuban cigar and well THAT, made me blush and smile to NO end. Memories….of my grandfather smoking cigars and playing dominos. Of my father smoking while shining our shoes. Of my older brothers smoking out at my parents’ patio. Passing that cigar around, something I have not done since I was mayyyybe 21 or 22, made me feel at home in a sweet way that goes beyond mind. I feel moved to share this tonight because, I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with witnessing and being witnessed. With being seen.
 
Regardless, what I saw today. I liked it. I want more.

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