I loved how he made this space his home. He ate, drank tea and we had an honest conversation that was somehow deep without being heavy. I love how he gravitated towards the egg chair and made a nest in it. He looked through the library and found Atticus. He found his own way to BE and honestly our time wasn’t overflowing with words - with him, it didn’t need to be - there was a dialogue in the silence.
I felt like there was a FULL understanding between us. Even in the empty spaces of thoughts --- and words ---. The stillness filled with certain curiosity and mutual appreciation. Although his energy is strong his presence isn’t forthcoming. It's not imposing. His thoughts are provoking without being intrusive.
He doesn’t seem reactive by nature but can but can illicit a response from you without even using his voice – He can make a lull voluminous. and if your paying attention those soft under tones may lead to an invitation.
With a tattoo on his hand – the most visible of all places as a reminder to himself to be selective about the places he enters . And in a world where self abandonment is the status quo it is sobering to see a man who feels so at home in himself.
He has his own gravitational pull with an ability to cause reality to bend to his will. In the world he’s created what is said can be just powerful as what is unsaid while what ever you do with it doesn’t seem to phase his reality.
And if I were you, I’d pay attention.
Tea Montgomery
He is, who he is.
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