Monday, April 16, 2012

The in-between place

It is my deep desire to learn to live fully... aware of place and time and moment.  For isn't that really what this life is...a collection of twinklings and heartbeats?

But how does one live in the in between places?  The suspended moments that stretch between our familiar have-beens and our future unknowns?  

How does one fully live there?  Because those places seem to have a different light to them.

They are like that fleeting time at dawn, when the sun has risen but the fog of night still remains.  Every thing...every molecule of air, even... is slowed and hangs in abeyance, shrouded in dew, drawn to the warming sun yet heavy with the weight of night...

Is that it? 

Are the in between places where we actually learn how to just be?  Where we take the time to look slowly,  from left to right, from ground to sky, from places of remembering to places of imagining?

To give ourselves permission to dangle in the knowledge that, at that very moment, we are full of all that has come before and all that is to unfold and that that place is also holy?

Oh, that I would wrap myself in these hallowed days and never break free from their moorings.

“These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.” 
-Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

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  1. Oh I want your words to hang in the air like the fog you so eloquently described. Marvelous!

  2. Heavy rains coming in here, but I have to comment and say, I LOVE the picture of the tree that you have posted here!!!!

  3. Thank you, Nancy. It truly was a magical moment.