Not all revelations are dramatic. But sometimes the writing is on the wall, in a language anyone can read, and it carries a message of hope, not doom.
On a drizzly gray afternoon in winter-gray Seattle, walking my gray Husky past an eight-foot high gray retaining wall, thinking gray thoughts about a gray set of years in my life, I suddenly came upon twelve words spray-painted a bright yellow. They were arranged in two lines, each line a foot high and twelve feet long, and underscored with a flourish:
You are a beautifulNo need to explain why I smiled and kept smiling, and why I now walk by that message every day and tell everyone I know about it.
person and I want you to be happy.
To the artist who tagged the world with joy and comfort and surprise,
UPDATE ON GRAFFITI AND REVELATION: Several days after this post was published, the City of Seattle covered this yellow message in a mottled gray paint, so the concrete wall looks pristine, innocent of meaning, as if it had never been the carrier of a message of hope. How like revelation this is--something appears, grabs hold of you, shakes you awake, and then disappears, as if nothing had changed in the world. But it has: What changed was you. And whether the change that resulted will last or disappear like the moment of revelation is up to you.