I love being alone with my silences, with my thoughts, within the palaces of my inner mind, not the noise outside of it. But I also love being loved. I love when love finds me, in small moments and sacred ones. From those who see me daily, who reach for me with reverence, who love me like a goddess, warmly, respectfully. The ones who love me in devotion, not obligation. The ones who tend to me from the pure rhythm of their own beautiful beating hearts. Because the heart, it is not just an organ. It is an energetic chamber. One that beats in time with the Earth herself. One that knows when to put the ego down, and simply feel. To open. To give. To receive. Reciprocal in energy. I give love. I show love. And because of that, I receive.