My Heart Sits with Yours

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>It's the thing I say when I can't say anything. The words I offer when there are no words. Because I cannot take my heart out of my chest and let it sit with another's. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>But if I could?</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>Maybe it would speak some magic and healing words that give solace.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>Maybe it would wrap another up in comfort and safety until the fragments of trauma grief and pain learn to align.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>Maybe it would just be a companion to lean on holding out the jagged and abrasive world if only for a little while.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>Maybe it would offer a soft warm and glowing luminescence in a well of darkness.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>Maybe...</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>This book the second in my multi-series memoir is a book about complex people.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>Messy relationships.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>Confusing and complicated experiences.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>And living- and loving- through it all.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>About seeing beauty and hope hiding under the stones within the rubble. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>The cover has masonry on it and green text an homage to my stone mason Daddy about whom many vignettes within the book are written. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>The book itself is dedicated to men who supported me when I built up the courage to talk about vulnerable things.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>The title?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>The thing I say.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>When I can't say anything.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 0.9)>My Heart Sits with Yours. </em></p>