I don't always feel listened to in life.
I think that's why I try so hard to do that for others.
And, for the record, in this space of mine,
here's how I know you've listened...
I see your eyeballs on me.
I can tell your ears are working faster than your mouth.
I have space to talk at my cadence - no rushing water of words before I lose my chance.
I can pause and have no words and that's ok.
Silence is embraced not trampled.
I can laugh and you'll laugh too.
I can cry and you'll cry too.
I share my failings and you share acceptance.
I confess my fears and you hold my hand.
To listen is to
and challenge me.
You might not share a word and yet you will have communicated the world.
Listening, for me, means being heard.
And I just want to know my voice matters.