I want to know...

I want to know how interesting life can be when we pay attention in certain ways to things that don't scream "look, over here!". I want to know about the sweet tender beauty of quiet and alone. I want to know about your sacred injuries and scars that point you right to the secret doorway to the center of your vulnerability. I want to watch you open those doors and realize that you have found your most incredible strength. I want to sit with you in your tears and sadness and hopelessness, and laugh because that much desperation is energizing for the spirit. That is the kind of desperation that will bring you to your truth, and there's a lot of work to be done as you find it. Once you take that first step in this direction from that desperate place, there is no going back. I want to know what we'll talk about then, I want to know what kinds of questions you'll ask me, and which ones I'll ask you, and how will we mine our very own vast interior spaces to seek a satisfying answer that we know will be different tomorrow. I want to sit right in the center of this beautiful mess with you, and practice seeing each other across the wide expanse of air and space and breath. I want to know how the heart keeps beating even though there is nothing to strike it.

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