When you stop talking your heart starts walking.

Say it with me: When you stop talking your heart starts walking.

Again: When you stop talking your heart starts walking.

Monday night — we were both pretty frustrated with each other. The kind of frustration that leads to silence. That uncomfortable silence. You know.

Tuesday — by lunch he’d made me smile. And oh man did he have to work for it because he had VERY little eye-contact from me. Did I mention we work together? uh huh. So it was sorta there. Just lingering. And heavy.

We both knew we had a date last night. And oh man did we need to get past the weird silence.

Tuesday night — I start talking–just dive right in. I had to. It was my turn and it required more than that smile. It required words.

So I slowly told him. And then he told me. And in the hard-hard-hard-listening we were able to better understand the other. And better understand the massive misunderstanding between us. And better apologize.

And by the end of our date night, we were happy to be around each other. And the eye contact was easy.

But it didn’t come without hard work.

Talking. And listening. Without the bridges of talking and listening, our hearts would’ve just been walking away instead of towards each other. Communication. Can there be relationship without communication? Nope.

So y’all say it with me again: When you stop talking, your heart starts walking.

I’m asking myself a few questions today. Actually, just one question. But maybe it’s for you as well: Where/when/how have we passively allowed ourselves to walk, instead of doing the hard work of talking?

Friend.

I’ve been in close communication with a far-away friend recently. Texts, emails, etc… And, in nearly all of my recent exchanges with her, I’ve made it a point to call her “friend.” This word means a lot to her, and she uses it regularly when she’s addressing friends. I want to speak her heart’s language, so I intentionally and consciously call her “friend.”

I’ve thought about that word a lot lately. About what that word means. About what it means to her, to me, and to the English language.

I’m realizing that this word – friend – is probably one of the most important words in our vocabulary.

It holds so much meaning, so much symbolism, so much relationship, so much knowing, so much truth.

What does this word mean to you?

I deleted it.

Ok. Confession about the post that was about to go up this afternoon. I deleted it. The whole dang thing was about the internet vs. cell phone question from the post below.

Let’s do this instead. Let’s answer this question:

Why did 4/5 of us answer that we would rather give up our cell phones than our internet? And is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Even though I didn’t have any tricks up my sleeve when putting the survey together, a few of you have asked/wondered where I’m going with all this. Well… This is definitely one place we can go. We can talk about that little teeny question.

If you haven’t gone through the survey yet, click the button below. We still wanna hear from you, and I won’t close the survey until later tonight.