Listening...

Struck by how much power there is in listening.

For the one who is talking…to be heard. To have a space that is completely open and safe. For you to bare your soul, to be able to unload all the things that are weighing so heavily and creating burdens so heavy that you can’t bear. Just articulating what has happened, what has not happened and to have someone willing to listen…there is power in the exchange.

To be the one listening. To have the gift to provide a safe, loving, accepting atmostphere for hurt ones to be able to unload. To share what is troubling them, images or thoughts or pain so deep it haunts you but invisible from the outside.  To exercise the power of empathy. Feeling with them through their pain, their trauma. Not here to advise, or change or problem solve. To listen and love and empathize and validate. To want to bring just a little bit of light into the dark carverns in their heart.

 Sobered by the beauty of humanity needing each other to heal. To breathe life and speak Hope into the most desperate places. Sobered by the things that we as humans can do to each other.

 One person inflicting pain and trauma, takes others to embrace, love, soften, pray, and let forgivness rush in. it is a delicate and fragile exchange and I feel so energized and at the same time so so careful.

 Want to be love, want to bring life. Want to bring healing and even if I just open one door in their heart to step into more healing, it would such an invaluable treasure.