I feel like it was just two sleeps ago that I was writing about the wise subtlety of winter, delivering messages to not rush the arrival of spring, and here we are now, in a blink of an eye surrounded by the earth’s awakening after a long slumber. Truth be told, I could still use some more rest. I will merge the two seasons of introspection and inception while restfully planting seeds of intention both in the soil beneath my bare feet and the often hardened landscape in my heart (a hard heart is not always without deep love, it can be held by a fierce protector and stories of fortitude). Naps and writing under the canopy of a budding mulberry seem to be the perfect equal dose measure of rest and renewal.
What about the space between? The space between winter and spring. The space between what was and what will be. The space between the stages of my own evolution as well as those growing around me. What about the space between our breaths (our day-to-day breaths as well as the first breath and the last), our thoughts, our cells (there are nebulas between our cells, I am sure the universe spins deep in my earthy chemistry). The Irish poets have long referred this as the intangible, unmeasurable, yet deeply felt and completely necessary liminal space to which all things arrive, meet and depart. The space between where nothing exists other than the order of an Omni presence threading the laws of the universe together to give us a tapestry of life in all its complex textures and compositions. It is a mysterious and somehow boundless seam bridging transition and contrast, like the fluid edge where the sea meets the shore. It’s that last kiss of color from the Sun as the horizon lays itself to rest and the first touch of light as Dawn breaks the night.
There is a great movement, maybe even a soulful revolution of healing, contemplation, restoration, and creation occurring in parts of ourselves that we don’t always see or understand (like dreams, illness and intuitive response). I believe much of the therapeutic process happens in the liminal space, it isn’t always visible on the surface, much like the warming of a seed as it prepares to break through earth an unfold to a world of illumination and potential. Things you have put in motion years ago might, just now, be surfacing, other intentions may be well on their way, and if you sit in quiet spaces where time is not moving forward or backward and lose yourself in the sunrise, ocean tide, and watch for glimpses into the space between…you will feel more connected to life and you will trust in its process as well as your own.
Remember, healing is not linear; it’s up and down and all around. It takes time and often many seasons. Sometimes you may not feel like you are moving forward, forward movement isn’t always the measure of success. What if you we don’t live to reach our goals? Knowing how to be present and content with greater awareness, wonderment and awe, with a rested body of ease and deep breath that invites you to pause a be with LIFE as it is right now; not tomorrow, not yesterday, but the space between. I’ve come to consider the greatest arrival of ‘healing’ is simply companionship and intimacy for the moment itself.
With love, Robin
