Listening to the Subtle in Connection

When I’m in someone’s company, I pay attention.

Not just to their words, but to what happens in my body.

My body becomes the map.

It tells me how I feel, where I’m open, where I’m guarded, what’s alive between us.

My heart, is it softening, opening, bracing, or closing?

Do I feel warmth, curiosity, a quiet ache, or a need to protect?

Am I meeting them from tenderness or from defence?

My sex, does it stir with life force, creativity, desire, play, or longing?

Do I feel that hum calling us closer, that pulse of possibility?

Or do I feel still? Contracted? Or void?

My mind, is it awake and engaged, or cautious and self-monitoring?

Am I free to speak what’s true, or am I shaping myself to be palatable?

Do I feel met in curiosity, or suspicion? Am I treading lightly, watching my words?

Where am I drawn to, and where do I pull away?

Are all parts of me online? Or only some?

This always gives me a clear sense of how I want to relate with them.

And when I leave, I listen again.

The residue tells me so much too.

How does my body feel after they’ve gone?

Am I nourished, grounded, expanded, soft, open?

Or am I drained, tense, unsure, quietly uneasy?

Do I feel more myself, or less?

Does their presence linger like warmth or like weight?

The aftertaste of connection is where I find my answers.

It’s subtle, but it’s everything.

It shows me where truth lives, and where I want to keep returning.

And through it all, I choose to lead with my heart, my guiding compass in love and connection.

The heart, for me always needs to be online.

With love,

Narla