Your (heart's) voice.

Find it.

Claim it.

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I think for a living.  I get paid to review, analyze, and argue.  Based on facts.  Based on law.  There's no room for feelings.  It doesn't matter if the facts makes me uneasy.  Or sad.  It doesn't matter if the issue's legal precedence makes me angry. 

I'm supposed to think.  Analyze.  Argue. 

Not feel.

But the voice that comes from the mind speaks differently from the voice that comes from the heart.  The mind has the ability to spring back and leap forward.  The heart stays present.    

Who are you? he asked.  Tell me who you are.  Not who you think you should be.  I want to know your heart.  How you feel.  Not what you think you should be feeling. 

She closed her eyes.

I miss you.  I miss you.  I miss you. 

Photo by Margaret Morrissey