I feel it in my soul when circumstances take my space and leave me cramped. My breathing gets shallow. My fuse get short. My memory misfires. I have no space to offer anyone else. I’m pinned against a wall.
And when I see another who has no space left. I want to give some of my own. But it doesn’t work like that. I can only point to the sky and tell her to look. I can only remind her to breathe. I can only be here.
I can’t give her space, but I can make more room for her in my heart.
−me strauss Letting me strauss