Have you ever noticed the roadrunner hiding under a bush?
Or seen the lizard who blends into the rock just a ways off?
They have a way of hiding in plain sight.
Camouflaged to protect themselves from predators.
Sometimes it is that way with people.
We miss seeing things about them.
Things that are hidden in plain sight
If we look carefully.
In retrospect, maybe we could have seen the betrayal before it came.
Or the subtle marionette string-pulling of successful manipulators.
But we also sometimes miss the generosity that surrounds us.
Taking for granted a friend who makes listening to us a priority.
Or even someone who points out our faults to help us be better.
Hiding is one of my favorite things. Blending into the background as if I am not even there. As a girl I imagined myself an American Indian warrior who was stealthily moving and ready to attack without being seen. From my hiding place, I could watch the world and judge the right time to make my move. I was in command of my own actions. I knew something they didn't... that I was there... watching. waiting..
Are you hiding?