It wasn’t the first time I had seen her, but it was the first time we’d spoken. We’d met years earlier, casually. This time her husband was with her and this time, I got to see her eyes- up close and in person. I’d seen her image grace my social media many, many times. Something always seemed…not right.

My boyfriend’s mother is one of the wisest women I know and she maintains that a person’s eyes will tell you everything you need to know. The eyes never lie. This young woman- whom I’d see from time to time when I visited New York- always wore a smile, but it never reached her eyes. She carried herself with confidence, but it hadn’t settled in her bones. It was the same this past Spring when I finally spoke to her.

Intuitives can spot fellow intuitives. It happens to me all the time. We lock eyes and it’s like meeting an ancient sister. There is a silent acknowledgement. (Save the time I met an Energy Healer who blurted out in the middle of a crowd: “Whoa. You’re seeing right into me.”)

This woman caught my gaze in the lobby after lunch. She was silent and knew I saw what she was hiding- knew I could see the pain in her eyes. She whispered something to her husband and approached me.

“Danielle, right?”

I nodded and smiled.

Her voice was soft, her request a humble one. “Could you give me a reading later?”

Now, I don’t normally say yes to this. It’s not super ethical, and in my experience, when it’s not ethical it’s not accurate. Nevertheless… I was guided to agree.

“Yes,” I told her.

And as we spoke, all that I’d felt for all those years was confirmed. She wasn’t faking so much as she was surviving, but it had begun to take its toll. So here is what I learned from that…

Eyes don’t lie, so why should I?

The Truth lives and breathes within me. I cannot ever stifle it, no matter how I may try. The trick is to put kindness first. With kindness as my guide instead of a raw and naked honesty, I will honour boundaries, feel more content and model peace for others. Honesty is your drunk uncle. Kindness is your aunt who knows how to read the room.


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