gaps
We run from silence and stillness. We run because it scares us. We cover every crack and crevice in our scheduling. We fill it with noise and errands and busyness. Frantic energy and restlessness. Afraid of missing out. Of being boring. Afraid of facing the fact that the fullness of our time and daily living is hiding a tragic vacuity.
But “The gaps are the thing” that saves us, Annie Dillard says. “The gaps are the spirit’s one home”. The primary catalyst for our redemption. The surest source of our own grounded welcoming.
It’s the quiet between notes that makes music. The negative space between objects that creates coherence, clarity, and understanding. The pauses between breaths that create restfulness. The space been heartbeats that gives life its rhythm.
We need windows instead of walls. Doorways that defy dead ends. Thresholds that open to potentiality. We need presence more than productivity.
To be a maker is to be a guardian of gaps and liminality. To make room for the unboundedness of the empty hours that cradle us in the luminous capacity of our being.
May silence be the music that carries you.
May the quiet be the geography that guides you.
May the vastness of the empty hour become a window that shows you where home is.
In case no one’s told you today, I love you with all my everything.
Another one to hang on to. Wise words to remember and, more importantly, apply to life. Your thoughtful prose has pulled my head out of the wood chipper more times than once. Thanks!
And it’s remembering this that is the ticket !