The Space in Between

Space. 

Vast and immeasurable, but not out there.

A space unlike any other.

A space not yet clear.

Not like the space that shows up reliably every January; a space that compels you to think of what you want for your life.

And not like the space of completion; an invitation to look back, reviewing and learning from what’s been.

This is the space in between – the unexamined field.

As often happens when I begin to explore an idea that’s been niggling at me, it seems to show up everywhere.

First, in my research on lightning, I learned there’s a word for the space between the moment you see lightning and when you hear the thunder -svaha – a word of mysterious origin, some say Native American, I say intriguing.

Then the space of anticipation, waiting for the first prompt of the year-long adventure A Year with Myself, and a question from Patti Digh that took me by surprise:

What spaces are you standing between?

When was the last time you thought about the space in between?

I let the question sink in until the hair on the back of my neck stood up, the magic of the prompt working its way through my consciousness.

The space in between.

Think of the times you’ve been uncertain or the moments of discomfort as you stretched way beyond what you know.

In between.

Did you rush to step into a more familiar, tried and true space or or pull back paralyzed by fear?

What is so terrifying about the space in between?

And what if it’s only in that space that something new can arise?

It takes courage to sit in the space in between. To sit and breathe and trust.

Often, I’ve preferred to rush towards the space of creating, but 2011 compelled me to wait, to sit in the unknown and be with discomfort in a way I’d never experienced.

So I sat with my grief, and I sat with frustration. I sat with the urge to say yes to too many things. I sat with others and with myself in the silence of retreat.

The space in between embraced me, sometimes so tight I could hardly breathe. And still I sat.

No goal setting. No forcing the outcome. No rushing about.

And the space shifted. . .as if in slow motion, like a watercolour still wet, still blurred.

Uncomfortable became expansive, morphing into a space so foreign I hardly had words.

And a funny thing happened as I sat in that space. . .

I realized I was home.

Over to you:

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As a participant I recommend it – exploring the self in this way is unpredictable; a gift waiting to be revealed.

This is an invitation to welcome the space and let the adventure begin.

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