We are missing this.

We are missing FROM this.

We move through our days without physical connections while connecting to strangers in the screen. We are exhausted from our days, escaping into another world that might just get us. No matter how you slice it it is a form of intimacy. It is fulfillment for millions who fear rejection, avoidance and judgment.

And during these times that touch has become an antiquity, intimacy has shifted into something else.

But...when was the last time you spoke heart to heart with someone? Or allowed tears to fall in their presence? Or merely sat in silence holding their hands (or space) because words were too heavy to carry? How long has it been since you openly shared a heartfelt story, a wrenching shameful memory, and just trusted because your soul needed it more than your ego?

The injustice we have created while living in fear of bigotry and shame separates us. Don’t you think?

There are so many different ways of connecting to others. Each act of kindness is a window into their intimate world. You never know how you will touch another emotionally and spiritually until you allow your own rawness to show.

So I will continue to pour my love to whoever I can. I don’t care if it’s accepted or rejected. Somewhere in between their walls and discomfort is a door that allows me to be in their sacred-intimate space of light. This is the way I get to show up and love.

And... oh darlings... I love you.

Millie