Listening is good medicine. Sometimes it is even the best medicine. Sometimes our deepest pains and depressions survive, not because we lack ‘solutions,’ but because we do not feel really listened to. In such a noisy, talkative time as ours, when spaces of safety and silence are ever-vanishing, we frequently forget that there is power in being quiet and listening—power to deepen, to connect, to heal great wounds. We forget the power that exists in demonstrating that we care about what others care about, that we are concerned about what others are concerned about, that we wish to bear what others are bearing. Truly much freedom and healing and belonging can be borne out of listening deeply, listening intently, listening generously.