The LONGING to be SEEN

|This write-up is an invitation to pause, to reflect and to widen one’s perspective. The intention is to include the different choices and level of consciousness and existence and to remember that we all belong.|

I recently received official word that I will be receiving an award, along with associated fees. An amusing situation, I don't know how I ended up on that list. I have respectfully declined this award. While I may lead this conversation in expanding on the “whys” and “why nots” ask women to pay for an award in the event her work is recognized and celebrated, such is not my intention. I know women who will move forth with this award along with the fees and I know women from the past who have done same. An award of any kind gives access to platforms, to presence, to visibility. An award is one of the many ways of being seen, validated, celebrated, and honored.

In my work and walk with myself and with women, one of the deepest longings that shows up in conversations and sessions is the “longing to be met”, this is the unmet longing of the child, this is the unmet longing that is passed across generations. This longing ripples within us all regardless of our identities.

Who do we long to meet?

We long to meet ourselves, we long to be met by our parents, by us as the significant one, to be seen as worthy and as enough. We live in a world where for centuries we have been attempting to bring forth, to honor and to include women’s worth and while doing so, we have missed on the most important part, a woman’s worth, infact any human being’s worth has least to do with what they do in the external world. In a world that is centered on doing, producing, and intellectualizing, we are missing out that there is no award that can uplevel someone’s worth. This is a stride that women have been on for years, “the run for awards”. Such stride may leave one thirsty for more, because the longing to be met cannot be quenched by the external world.

I am not negating the call to inspire and be inspired, to recognize, to validate and celebrate each other’s lives, commitment, and dedications. As humans we need such fuel to further ourselves into life, to grow and expand. The walk inward starts in the external world, it often takes an external validation to take one inside.


In 2017, my embodied and living idea of what an award meant, shifted manifolds, I was taught that an award is an echo to include, to see me and to see more than just me, an award is more than celebrating one fragment of me, it is rather about expanding my ability to include and to relate.

This photo was taken in August 2017 during my Mandela Washington Fellowship, in the company of my 24 fellows, we were seated in the Wren Building, the first building on the campus, built by African men and women. It was our graduation ceremony held by the Presidential Precinct, I was on the wait for my name to be called. In that moment, my entirety saw the unfolding of the men and women who came before us, those who played a key role in leading the way to this moment in time. It was no more about me, my achievements, and my life, it was no more about how special I was, it was recognizing the immensity that human beings are capable of, to include, to remember, to honor and to name the past exactly as it is and to relate here now with the intention of allowing an integrated future to unfold. I was fed my worth back into me.

I will not pay any affiliation fees to receive an award because the award has no meaning in my inner world. I know that this award is meaningful for others. And because something is meaningless for me does not negate the meaningfulness for others, this is what inclusion is about. I am still learning to include, to respect and to honor. I have been reflecting on the meanings we attribute to awards and recipients of awards. I have been reflecting on women and the lines of awards that have been birthed these past twenty years.


I believe in choices and I believe in conscious and intentional choices. To choose from a space of knowing the drivers of our choices. There is no wrong or right, each choice carries its share of impacts and consequence, it is up to us to own it. To know that all belong.

My invitation is to question oneself
What drives my actions?
What are needs?
What are unmet?
Am I being and doing from a space of unmet and scarcity?
Am I being and doing from a space of worthiness and abundance?

What if we live in a world where is no such thing as awards, will I still find worthiness in me? Will I still wake up and celebrate my life?

There's more to say, it is enough for now..

Love from my heart to yours <3

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