We are only human..
messy, miraculous,
wired for touch and tenderness.
The science tells us:
we live longer
when we’re loved well.
Our bodies calm
in the presence of another.
The heart slows,
the breath deepens,
our minds soften
when someone truly sees us.
We are not made to do this alone.
And yet…
How ironic,
to hold this truth,
despite always knowing
how to be alone.
To wake alone,
and not ache.
To eat in silence,
and feel nourished.
To soothe yourself,
hold your own storms,
speak kindly into your own reflection.
What a strange kind of wholeness:
wired for others,
yet utterly at peace
in your own company.