escort diary® of Freya Blume: Where Are Your Feet?
There is a question I ponder, mostly without saying it aloud. It comes to me in the middle of a shared moment, not interruptive,
but in the form of a gentle observation. It appears when I am sitting across from someone, when conversation is flowing, when
laughter finds its way naturally into the space between us. It is disarmingly simple, and yet it reveals so much, discloses what I’d
like to know. Where are your feet? Not in the literal sense, although I do notice that too, but in the way that relates to presence.
Where are you, truly, in this moment we are sharing? Are you here with me, or have you drifted somewhere else, into thought,
into analysis, into that subtle distance people create when they are no longer fully inside what is unfolding between them?
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