I was heard, today.
It’s not that that never happens – but there’s a difference between listening and hearing, and most of us, myself included, aren’t able to fully hear, because our own internal voices, personal experiences and opinions get in the way of what someone else is trying to say. You’ve got to be pretty mindful to really hear.
My healer is one of those rare mindful people.
I know when I’ve been heard, because I stop fighting. The need to scream, or shout, or to make my point dissolves away – I’ve been given space to breathe again.
To hear is not to listen. Listening, I realise, is about giving time. Hearing is a total commitment of mind, body and soul – a putting aside of oneself, so that it is not just time, but a kind of unconditional, loving space that is gifted.
And in that space, I am finally discovering, miracles can actually happen. (And even when they don’t, his gift is a beautiful thing.)
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