Visits with family or friends have changed for me. Whereas before I asked questions and when I didn't, had questions in my mind I wanted to answer for myself, now I go someplace and want to FEEL the atmosphere. I trust my instincts more and language less. So on the four day visit last week I wasn't waiting around for people to tell me what was going on, what their struggles were, how happy their lives were. I was seeing with my heart, and words would have been something to puzzle out how accurate they were. In fact, several statements struck me afterwards as not at all what was going on with the person. I did feel a moment of insight, but not because the words were a true reflection of who they were but because they pointed out wounds and struggles.
So I have nothing to report really, but I'm satisfied I have a heartfelt understanding of what is going on, how unbearable complex their lives are, and what their aspirations say about them. It's a strange way to find out more about people, but right now, it is the only method I trust.
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