Recently, I’ve found myself tentatively exploring liminal space: the moments between Moments, the sound between breath and heartbeat, the tiny crevices of the day in which there is no demand, no duty, no words, just the end of one slipping into the beginning of another.
Had you asked me even a month ago, I would have told you these spaces are inconsequential at best and wasted at worst. Today I am finding them full of possibility. These are the spaces in which you can actually hear what your body is telling you. Moments in which you can connect the dots across the day to finally understand something. Snatches of boyish grins and eyes full of delight. How much have I missed by insisting these everyday moments be maximized, stuffed beyond reason or simply rushed through?
For so long, I have lived my life as if I were mere steps from a Life Well Lived (TM). Indeed, I have even spent many an hour lamenting how this or that derailed me from my journey. Yet I am discovering that a LWL is not an end point on some cosmic map, but a humming invitation in this very moment to pay attention. To observe and accept what is in front of me without judgement or dismissal. Many moments of life are Dawn Gray - inconspicuous, tonal so as to not be completely invisible or ignored, yet infused with beauty the more you take it in.
Each of us is weaving a technicolor tapestry, and this is mine.
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