Good questions (really good questions) asked by a friend (a really good friend).

Space to answer.

Space to describe all the ways I felt I couldn’t get to the answers.

Space to hear the guess/scrying/hunch about myself.

And then the space to feel it all. To be in it and present without the urge to hide or run away or turn it all into a flippant joke–

The gift of true, honest, human conversation.