12/13/21
I love words because I’ve seen them change lives.
I love metaphors, similes. I want to understand when someone shares something with me, and I’ll put in the work to make the needed connection in my brain. I’ll stumble as I speak, I’ll attempt to slow my racing thoughts, and I’ll ask as many questions as you’re willing to answer.
Because communication is messy. The fullness of me (mindheartbody) is trying to piece together at least some portion of the fullness of you (mindheartbody) and while words are often one of our best tools, they aren’t always easy to use.
Please don’t misunderstand me.
As a therapist, I’ve seen the immediate change that occurs when someone realizes that you understand them. When you reflect their words back to them in a way that demonstrates recognition, when you look at them in a way that reveals clarity of sight. It is one of the most special things about a therapeutic relationship. About any relationship, really.
I’m saying that I’ll always take the time to find the right words. For me, for you – it’s worth every second.
A little over a year ago, I decided to begin writing with some intentionality and to offer it up for others to read, and exactly one year ago, I sent out my first newsletter. This space, this offering has changed me. Finding the right words takes practice, and I’ve noticed greater ease. Increased familiarity. Strengthened propensity towards vulnerability.
If you’ve read one letter or if you’ve read them all, I want to say thank you. Thank you for giving me space. Thank you for feeling, thinking, speaking lightly with me.
Leah
Leah Kepley, M.Ed. 