Pockets of In-Between
I can remember this day 2 years ago. I was in the middle of ending my 16 year marriage. It felt like a swirl at times, not knowing where my life was headed. There were moments of fear, doubt, uncertainty and deep sadness.
And then out of nowhere there were these pockets of 'in-between' time where my mind slowed and my body softened... It was in these sweet moments that I found solace in not knowing, just trusting...
Eventually we realize that not knowing what to do is just as real and just as useful as knowing what to do. Not knowing stops us from taking false directions. Not knowing what to do, we start to pay real attention. Just as people lost in the wilderness, on a cliff face or in a blizzard pay attention with a kind of acuity that they would not have if they thought they knew where they were. Why? Because for those who are really lost, their life depends on paying real attention. If you think you know where you are, you stop looking. Poet: Dave Whyte Artist: John William Waterhouse