Space*
*We are not speaking of space like outer space. We are speaking of space between two moments. Space between an action and a reaction. Space between my feelings, my thoughts, my words.
Finding Space In One Form Creates Space In All Forms
I used to make a monthly pilgrimage to Joshua Tree to escape the city’s compress. As soon as the inching pace of traffic felt personal and the grey cloud cover emitted its own force of gravity, I’d gas up my old prius. I wanted the desert expanse. Over the years I’d forgotten how to make space in my being, so finding space had to start at the physical level. I enjoyed the mild side effect of nothingness from a two and half hour drive. Once in the desert, my burdens shrunk next to all that space. What was left was a sacredness beyond words.
Lucky for me, space exists in a dimension all it’s own. I don’t really need to put 140 miles on the pavement to find it. But the active commitment of making time for space allowed me to learn the feeling. With that clarity of sensation, I began to navigate toward it in every channel.
Space Is Always Ours
We’re sold the idea of space, as though we need to achieve enough to procure it. Space is not a pig with a big blue bow at a county fair. You cannot package and brand space.
Our way to space is through our focus, sharpening the view within. A little bit, a little more, a swaying swish of the curtains, revealing, looking.
We can stand in our space and observe the external gears. We can see where they churn and what they grind down.
Space Takes Practice
I had a recent impulse to fill my discomfort with other people’s words. A lot of words, many of them saying the same thing. I wanted to search for an answer, knowing the depths could not be reached. It was a probing without feeling. A consumption to suspend the waves of emotion.
We are told how much is out of our control. We are told to scream into the void. But we must practice sitting with it first.
What’s a black hole masquerading as an offering? What words have meaning, light with clarity?
If we lose our ability to find space, the cycles of experience wind tighter and tighter. Constriction will continue to separate.
Space Is Truly Boundless
It’s impossible to put the internal process on display. Maybe we swaddle our spirit in a nothingness bubble wrap, it opens into an expanse. Space multiplies. In the vastness, our ideas, our grief, our cute little aspects of humanity can shimmy and breathe on all on own. We return, find it anew each time.
Spaciousness has been my theme lately ❤️