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my center. our center. his center in me. i am an expert at avoiding the true restlessness that i so often feel. i run and push myself, i turn, i cover, i hide from all the very things that are me. and then in these rare and still moments i am called home again. i am drawn in. i am reminded of who i am and who he is. there is no fear. there is no shame. and i am left in awe. there is a stillness that comforts my anxiety and a familiarity of a place that i have been so often before. i am seen. i am known. and i am loved.