wanting
Is there a name for the space between absence and presence? For when you experience something that shifts the shape of the globe, something that alters the tilt of the planet, something that changes the texture of the galaxy, and then you have to leave it. When ordinary life is no longer possible, and the world around you tries to pretend that nothing happened
Is there a waiting word that calls out to the immeasurable wanting between time and space? When something was gained, nothing was lost, and yet it isn’t accessible to you every day.
Maybe that’s where all works of art come from. The ones that are overfilled with meaning and beauty. Between hunger and having. Between longing and relief. Between holding and hoping.
The place where gratitude and grief kiss like lovers parted, reunited, and parted again.
In the sore remembrance of what once was and what will be.
Some distances are too alive to be defined. Somethings too present to be fully equated with what loss is. Too aching to be enough-ness.
It’s the wound and the intention. The pain and purpose.
Maybe that’s why we make things.
Maybe that’s what love is.
May you find room to live in the in-between-ness
May your gratitude and your grief kiss the place the where the wound lives.
May the wanting breathe creation.
In case no one’s told you today, I love you with all my everything.
Thank you for this, Duane.
There is such beauty in your words here.
A name for the space between absence and presence when it feels too alive to be defined?
Sometimes I have found that if I stop trying to name or define something, the truth of whatever it is, just floats up to the surface.
And then I can see right out to the edges.
And the waiting word?
I say, love.
To express love (in whatever form) outwardly. Yes. But also to allow love in.
Well there you go again, Duane "I hate writing" Toops, with the most powerful words, bringing everyone to tears! ;)
Seriously, this is beautiful. And I love the pink paper with flowers, and all of the collages as usual.