We are sitting opposite to each other, speaking different languages – certainly not each other’s tongue. The flower remedies session is taking place with the support of our bodies, gestures and google translate. Never the less; we communicate. Firstly through our eyes: they well up at exactly the same moment.
A little later her son is invited to come in and help. His English is excellent, his interpretation the same. A relief: now we can tell each other all the things we couldn’t share earlier! Yet, now we are sitting unbent on our chairs, our gaze turned to the floor, the sentences we exchange almost rigid in texture. We are talking the right way, but we tell each other less.
How is it we give such an emphasis on speech as the only possible language? Words are sometimes not enough. Neither the presence of familiar faces.
