My Inner Soup

I used to secretly wish that all the people close to me would be psychic so that I didn't have to explain to them how I felt or to ask for what I need/want. I'd fall into the trap of: "If they really knew me, if they really cared, they'd just know." (Ok, I still sometimes secretly wish this... but there's been a reality check over the last few years.) It seems that some of us can read people better than others. But I've also noticed that we are human. And we mis-read each other a hell of a lot.

"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"... If I crack open my heart, but never learn to effectively express myself, through WORDS, to another, did I even really open my heart at all? Would anyone be able to hear me, see me, feel me... connect with me? I'm learning, the hard way, that doing a million heart openers doesn't actually open my heart WITH another unless I can effectively express myself.

At this point in my life, I'm humbly, eternally grateful for real, honest and effective communication skills... that I'm still learning. All the yoga and self-work in the world was never going to get me to what I was yearning for without these tools. Falling back on the belief that "No words can describe my experience" is honestly how I often feel... and yet the process of translating my inner soup to another, even if the words fall short, is more than worth it because walking through this crazy life with good company at my side is something I don't want to live without.