Do not forget they are waiting to hear from you, they sit on stone, it's story time and knees knock together to form a circle around you. It's your love thats your knowledge, watch the ripples you cause and feel tickled by the way it feels on your skin when it's sent back to meet you.
It's the energy body, it's one cycle, we try to tell her over lunch. Giving is the same as receiving, dear, so just take a breath and put your palm out in front of you, only to feel it brush the nape of your neck, where old dreams curl up and whisper for you to recall them.
We are joyous in communion, merely expression.
Even the back side of the pond ripples when you throw your one stone in, and you will never know the impact you have had.