Ever since I wrote my last piece about how studs don’t notice me
Things have changed.
Now, every time I pass a stud in the street
and I notice her not noticing me,
It makes me laugh.
I watch them
Completely enthralled with their phones, or
Brushing past as if I’m a discarnate soul,
or a mere commoner.
And I cover my mouth & giggle.
Imagine me,
A beautiful Priestess
Wearing her Sacred Crown
Pausing every few steps to smell the roses
and savor the berries.
Gliding past, in broad daylight—completely unnoticed.
It’s like I know a secret
As if I can see something they can’t see.
Maybe it’s God’s protection from what is not right for me.
Maybe…
Not everyone is meant to lay eyes on me.
I’m also reminded of
How deeply attracted I am to an Open Heart, &
an instantly recognizable Soul.
Qualities that make me feel at home
In the eyes of another.