There’s something about the space that exists between “no longer..” and “not yet…”
It’s a pregnant pause
It’s a restrictive cocoon
It’s a ticking timebomb
It’s a persistent lotus
On the precipice of something epic
Yet clinging for comfort
In this space
There are no answers
There are no grand revelations
There are no earth shattering insights
There are no clear directions
There are no invitations
There is just silence
There is just uncertainty
There is just a void
Yet it’s pulsating with energy
As There is grief for what is no longer
There is excitement for what is not yet
There is terror for the intersection of both
There is such a tightly wound web of intense emotion
The “in between”…
Having a foot in two worlds
Trusting that one will jump in due time
Ready or not…
Balance will soon be restored.
And this experience, a most human one, of trusting in the only certainty which is uncertainty,
Allowing life to organically unfold
Therein lies the magic of the “in-between”.
That’s not the only choice.
Though if it is, that’s allowed too.
For suffering shows us where we are not yet free.
I embrace it all.
I only know I am going.
Where doesn’t matter.
I trust myself.
For living in the “in between” just means that I am always ready.
Ready in mind, heart, and soul.
Spirit, Let these feet take me where my heart wants to go
You will leap. All In due time, my child.
I suppose for now the juiciness of the “in between” beckons me to overstay my welcome
I am right where I belong
My heart knows the truth
My feet are ready to follow.
And so it is……