If I were an artist, I’d paint a cozy, tufted chair. In the chair, a warm-hearted listener with all the time in the world would welcome me. Her nodding affirmation would glow more beautifully than the patient embers warming the stone hearth next to her. With a calming smile, her casual movement would dance through the steaming aroma of her favorite tea while her knowing eyes granted permission for words never before spoken. If only I could paint such a rare and desirable work of art – the art of listening.