I had a conversation with a friend down the road this week that works with troubled youth.  As I stood listening to his long list of fears and heartaches over what he sees on a daily basis, I found myself wondering about the bigger picture.  Why was I at the exact moment I was?  I am a firm believer in divine design, meaning there are no mistakes.  So as I listened, I noticed a few major bright lights in the conversation:  this friend needed to share, he heard himself and helped calm himself, he saw the people in his life that he could talk honestly and openly with who supported him tremendously, and by the end circled back to gratitude for his being, and taking the opportunity to share that with others when the opportunity arises.  Even further, telling me to take every opportunity to express love and appreciation to young people in my life.
    So, why the title?  In the conversation I had with the man down the road he mentioned an Uncle, he said he was eccentric.  He explained how his Uncle did as he pleased.  For example, being in the middle of a major contract at work and finding the need to take a trip out of the country.  His Uncle stating that he needed to go to Aruba for awhile.  Of course the company who hired him for the job was distressed at his news, the Uncle assured them that he would finish the contract as planned on time.  He needed to take time to get himself refreshed and knew Aruba would do the trick.  He needed to sit by the water and be in nature, far from his pressing contracts.  He proceeded to go to Aruba for a bit then came back stateside to finish the contract 3 days ahead of schedule.  The Uncle is a hard working man, a man of integrity, a man that loves his family (even though most of the family thought he to be crazy). 
Obvious respect and love emanated from my friend, and as he rolled around from the relevance of his Uncle and his stresses of his job, it dawned on me that he wanted to be eccentric too.  I was suddenly very excited and happy to be sharing this exchange because I realized this is what I have been saying, wanting, and practicing in my own life.  Honesty.  The kind that when someone asks you how you are, you actually tell the truth!  The all.  The light and dark.
    I saw the tapestry weaving before my eyes.  The black of hopelessness of wayward youth, the acrid green of prevalent drug use, the lifeless gray of kids that slip through all the cracks, then...then...there was yellow and gold!  Hope.  Hope that being an example of caring and kindness might be heard by some kid somewhere.  Sky blue words of encouragement coming from honest eccentric Uncles lighting the way to clearer skies.  Red the color of action, renewed feeling of a new day at the office, with important work to be done.  Grass green that indicates growth, and healing and mending of hearts.  Pinks for love of ourselves, our fellow men, and mother Earth.  Before long all the colors came together and I saw his face, he looked brighter.  He looked less weary, and more at peace.
    Before we parted ways I gave thanks for people working with our youth.  I gave thanks for being at just the right place at the right time.  I gave thanks for how uplifted I felt to be eccentric and to know someone else who not only saw himself in me but felt compelled to share his story, which is all our story. 
    The ancient Aztecs believed we are born without a face and that we must win our face bit by bit as we grow.  We can do this only by honoring truth.  If we lie, or if we are not clear about what WE WANT TO SAY, we will have a face without form.  Only with an authentic face can we come out of Tlalticpac, the world of dreams.