Take a word like love, call it a seed planted as a noun. Allow it to call you to its open landscape, a space where understanding waters the soil. Pour yourself into the roots, put your fingers into its foundation. Swap hearts — if only for a little while. Let go and feel it all, the gritty, the best of times and the worst.
When I watch a smile break out on a strangers face, I can call it out and say I saw joy today. When I allow myself to see another with both my eyes and my heart, I can witness that same smile and wonder at the joy behind it — maybe now I can say I felt that in my chest — I share a joyous moment with you, even if you don’t notice at all.
Where there is love in the space between us, let me try and try again — to lead with putting my hand on your heart, letting your heartbeats pump the blood through my veins, let me feel what you feel again and again — let me show you I understand your joy and your pain — let me take your hand and walk beside you under the sun and the rain. Hear me confess to you, now that there is love residing in this space — we need never walk our individual journeys alone again. When I touch the small of your back, I feel life and the flood you try to hold back. Let me show you this space is safe for you to liberate yourself to self love — unapologetically. Gather up all your pieces, every single part — the chaos and the stardust. You do not have to tell yourself you are broken, breaking open can be the beginning of breaking through — maybe you can tell yourself again and again — you are always evolving, never evolved. Wake up to the dream of this life, shades of greys, violets, golden, blue, greens and every colour there ever was — use more than just your eyes to see. My light will not shrink or diminish your own, but it will save room for yours to shine in the way only you can.
In the space between sympathy and empathy, is a chance — to spill simple actions out of intense feelings, smile back — hold a hand and watch how love becomes a verb.
Breathe with me, feel with me.