Emilie Cocquerel

Breath and Weave It

I answer phones for a tele-health company. I’m not trained to handle the human emotions on the other end of the phone. I’m trained to put them in touch with someone who is. But usually, I’m the first port of call for someone taking that vulnerable step towards another. The days can be big. Let me rephrase that. The days are always big. Cancer patients, Husbands whose wives won’t touch them, individuals unsure of how to answer when asked ‘Do you feel at you risk of harming yourself”. Even in the gentlest of calls, each moment begs for your full presence. Each moment counts. And so, by the time I finish the day, I’m tired of moments counting. And counting moments. I just want to nestle into myself. Fall into ease.