Self Portrait - Solstice Canyon State Park, Malibu, CA

The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly – Henry David Thoreau

The sensitive, soft, shy, and the quiet. Sometimes maligned, often times misunderstood. But for those few that may truly know them, the sensitive soul is one whom you may never forget.

They’ll drive you mad at times, being able to see right through to your soul as only they can. But your soul will drive you to them when it seeks to be soothed.

They’ll hear what you say, but listen to what you actually feel.

They may not say what you want to hear, but they will say what you need to know.

You may wish you had more patience while their minds work through every nuance, but you know that the wait will be worth it.

You may feel slighted because they missed your party last week, but still enriched from that long talk over a cup of coffee months (or even years) ago.

You may envy that they can feel the gentlest of breezes, hear each drop of water in a crashing wave, and see each of the rays in a setting sun. But you’ll love them for sharing the depth in those simple moments with you, for in those moments, your own life seemed so much less complex.

The doorway to the sensitive soul is through the mind. The ability to not only hear, but to listen is the key.