When I feel seen- truly seen, like when a laser beam goes straight bam into my soul kind of seen…almost like in the game of monopoly- “go straight to jail, do not pass go”—this laser notion of “feeling seen” does not first go to my brain for analysis or pondering- it goes straight to my heart…When I feel that kind of seen—or when I’ve sensed I’ve done it for someone else- the afterthought is unexplainable—except to say: “I feel seen”…
Oh thanks Julie! Likewise to you too- you made me feel seen too! :)