I am always longing for someone to listen, really really listen, receiving my words and what is in between my words. Sitting in front of me with full awareness, with pure presence. Not trying to figure me out. Not trying to help me. Not trying to fix me. Not worrying about me. Not wanting anything from me. Instead – JUST LISTENING.
Why is it sooo rare? Why do most of us have such a hard time letting go of our own story for a moment and just receiving someone else? I guess we do have a lot to learn from the trees when it comes to this skill.