I spend a lot of time in coffee shops. I love the variety of people that walk in the door, and I get my fix of people watching as I do my art. The environment is so conducive for writing. The other day a young lady walked into my favorite coffee shop with blue hair. I am not talking about a little blue; I am talking a deep blue almost the color of the sky on a sunny day in Colorado. Your attention was immediately drawn to her hair and away from every other feature she had.
My first instincts were towards judgment. I hate that part of me, religious and cultural baggage. I was able to look past my first thoughts, and I realized she was really quite attractive. She was dressed in a non-conforming flannel shirt and baggy jeans, but it was easy to see her tough exterior was a cover for a beautiful young lady inside.
I wondered to myself why she hid from her beauty.
Why the big red stop sign on top of her head?
Had she had a bad childhood?
Had she been molested?
Was her beauty something that had caused her pain?
Then it dawned on me. Maybe it is the only way she knows to be seen.
We all long to be seen!!
My judgment quickly moved from emotions of shame for being judgmental to a sense of sorrow for both of us. Today, I pray for the blue haired girl. I hope she prays for me.
I see you!!!!!!!
Do you see me?