No words

No words

It was early. The café had just opened. Even still, a line of weary morning coffee drinkers was growing. I sat at the table, readying myself for meeting. How are you? A new acquaintance asked. Fine, I’m good. I began to ramble about all the busyness in my life. I was after all surviving the loss of my child and it was nothing I wanted to bring up. My words flew, rapidly, and impatiently from my head. They grazed by my heart….nothing connected. She wants to know how I am doing, I thought. Nothing more. Slick and fast I spoke. Breathe, slow down. My heart sputtered. Breathe, one word at a time. No, she said, how ARE you? My shoulders dropped, emotion caged, wiggled itself out. After all, emotion had no place staying still; it is a part of me. My heart now connected, not with my head, but with her. Her hand on mine, her arms reached out. And there it was, the knowing hug. She knew. I breathed a sigh of relief, I thought, I don’t have to speak my story, she understands it. My breathing slowed, I don’t have to talk, just to be. Placed in my life that day, she reminded me I was not alone and all with one question and no words. There was no fixing. Just being. Love.

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