i haven’t seen you around much. how have you been treating yourself? how is your heart?
yes, your heart, dear one. go ahead and pause. i can see on your face that you haven’t considered your heart in a while.
it’s okay. whatever it is. you can tell me. and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. we can sit here quietly and breathe if you prefer.
a quiver in the lip. eyes blink back tears.
eyes close tightly. a single tear slides down the cheek.
no excuses offered. no explanation needed.
a few minutes pass. i wait.
i’ll wait for you as long as you need.
i’ll be here when you’re ready to speak, when you have words to share, when you want to be heard.
and in-between the words, i’ll follow the rhythm of your pulse, the quickening and relaxing. i’ll match my breath to yours and feel into the flow between your heartbeats. i’ll hold your hand, sitting next to you.
i’m right here. waiting. sitting. breathing with you. listening.
(try this. try this with yourself. try this with someone else. see what happens next.)