I was talking with my best friend last week about how I can get intimidated and feel “less than” certain confident people who can very easily articulate why they believe a certain thing with facts and figures, societal impact, pros and cons, etc.
I can deeply feel what I believe and what I know to be true in my body.
My body knows the complexity of the issue, the pros and cons, the impact, but a “feeling of knowing” in my chest is not something I can necessarily bring out in an intelligent way in a conversation about the issues.
My body knows the heart or the essence of the issue, but sometimes I can’t get that knowing to come out of my mouth.
That’s when my friend had a mic drop moment. She asked…
“When has facts and figures ever changed anyone’s mind about anything? It’s the feelings behind it that always drive change.”
Of course facts and figures aren’t going to make the change.
It’s our humanity that makes the difference.
It’s our connection. Our compassion. Our love.
It’s our desire to express our humanity and our desire to see and be seen, to know and be known.
We need art for that.
This conversation was floating around in my head when my book coach made a suggestion that completely cracked me open.
Hear about that story on this week’s podcast episode, and how I might be starting to call myself gulp a poet.