It was not so much the content of the spoken words, but the willingness to match her muteness with our own. To sit in silence and to meet her gaze; to mindfully connect through touch; to enter her space, her world, with her as teacher. It takes more than a measure of courage and honesty to open to grace; does it not? Yet why would we not? What payback or reward could possibly compare to that elusive place where intimacy resides?