I am craving it.

I mean, craving it.

That kind of connection that happens when the room is thick with common experience. That intentionality, that depth. That.... here we are doing life together.... so let's get down to it.

The spaces where brokenness is welcomed. Needed. Pursued.

Where one person speaks and all ears and hearts open wide to embrace their words. Where experiences are valued and there is laughter. Good, hearty, head-thrown-back kind of laughter.

Or there is silence. Wide open silence that holds the depth of everything that doesn't really need to be expressed. The knowing and the security of what exists between the lines.

I have experiences all of these things and more. When it got lost (I will explore that later) I was lost. But I am on the search to find it again- in new and exciting ways. And when my proverbial belly is fully with it, I will know that I am home again.