Intimacy. We hear the word intimacy all the time. When you do an image search on the word intimacy you immediately see the physical definition. It is usually two people, holding hands, embracing one another with arms wrapped tightly. The reality is that most of us imagine the physical aspect of intimacy.
Yet I have been on a journey of another sort. Intimacy with my self. I have created my own ritual that allows me to be alone with my mind, my breathing, and with the flow of life. A quiet time in the day that allows me to just be silent. To listen to the present, the gifts of this moment, and to the beauty of my life. I then move to reading something, anything. At times it is something about the business world, other times it is poetry, other times it is fiction, and yet other times it is a children’s book from my childhood. Included in my reading is a daily passage from a series of religious books as well.
At first I found it difficult. I found plenty of excuses on why I couldn’t find time. I was too busy, I was traveling, I had deadlines. Yet the more and more I began to fight to find the time to be alone, to be silent, and to read I moved from finding it difficult to craving it. I began to know myself. I began to understand my drive. My purpose. My passions. My inner voice of my heart.
I developed an intimate relationship with myself. I was willing to embrace my thoughts and wrap myself in the silence of my own love. I began to listen to me. The more I began to listen to myself, the more I began to ignore the banter of the criticism of the world, the cynicism of life, and the opinions of others.
In turn, I was able to listen to those important in my life. To learn, understand, and to see them. It wasn’t about looking at people, it was about seeing them. Seeing them as they are in the present, understanding their story of the past, and seeing the opportunities in their future.
To me intimacy is something very different.
To me intimacy is not about the physicality between two people. Intimacy is letting your walls down, giving a key to those doors that we bury and lock for no one to see or enter to someone else. Intimacy is ignoring the world as it beckons you and giving your undivided attention to one person. Intimacy is when you share your privacy with someone. Intimacy is when you share your dreams, aspirations, trials, and failures with another person. Intimacy is who you call or message first about your day or your feelings. Intimacy.
Intimacy is ignoring the banter of yourself, the world. Intimacy is finding your whisper and sharing it with someone else.
Ignore the banter.