The plan was to go to the Renaissance Festival—
my sister, my two children and me.
Then my son got sick and was up all night.
I was up too, cleaning the carpet,
cleaning his face, rubbing his back,
getting him drinks, holding the bin, reassuring him
You won’t feel like this forever.
You’re going to be just fine.
My sister took my daughter to the festival and we stayed home.
It’s twelve hours later and mercifully he’s sleeping.
I’m awake hoping for a restful night to come.
But then it strikes me…
What prayer was answered by my receiving
the honor and the privilege
of time to take care of my sweet boy
in the quiet of our home?
What space was created
in the space of my care for him
and my desire to help him feel better?
What experiences will my sister and daughter have
without me there to pretend I’m in control?
What beautiful experience is yet to blossom
in my heart and mind
now that I can be grateful
no matter what?
Space to be who I am,
Space to realize what needs to get done
and space to allow some things left undone.
Space for silence.
Space for being.
Space for right now.
(I found the image above when I Google searched “Images of space”. If I knew to whom I should give credit for the photo I would…Hubble Telescope perhaps?)
I’m discovering that at any point in my experience
I can shut down and close off to what is happening
or I can make space for whatever arises.
The first feels tight, constricted, heavy, and sad…
The second feels open, spacious, light and joyful.
So now I just want to make space,
space to be who I am
and for other people to be who they are,
space for the weather to be what it is
and for the temperature of the air
to be precisely what it is—
never too hot or too cold,
but always just right.
My new mantra is
Let there be space for this too.
Try it out yourself and see how it feels.
In the midst of your full-blown daily life,
whenever anything happens big or small,
say to yourself
Let there be space for this too…
and see what happens.
The Piano at 2:25 and at 3:00…
I’m standing at the edge
of my consciousness
peering over into the great abyss of space,
not sure whether I should be
scared as hell or ecstatic.
I can’t believe I’m here
and how lonely and excited I feel
all at once.
I shout out into the void
Why is there no map?
A voice answers
Because no one else has ever been here
So what if the way things are
have nothing to do
with the way things were?
What if you, in this moment,
are completely unlike
anything you ever
thought yourself to be?
What if you had no clue,
and you were completely aware of it?
Imagine the space that would open up
in the absence of the stories
you’ve been telling yourself
about how things should be.
Could you allow yourself such freedom?
It was a space
A sacred space
My sacred space.
It was small,
the size of a closet
with a low ceiling
and a window.
A friend painted the walls
plum tinged with gold
And being in there
never grew old.
an essential oil diffuser
some Tibetan prayer flags
my little Dharma Desk
and I was set for hours.
You can’t take space with you,
so I left my room behind
when we moved to our new house.
I don’t have my own space now,
all of it is shared.
Sometimes I miss that sacred space,
my sacred space.
But not having my own space
has taught me something too;
it isn’t the space itself that is sacred,
it’s the intention I bring to it.
So if I am in a sacred space within myself,
all spaces outside of myself are sacred.
In the end, it is all sacred space.
We go inwards
to find the light
that we are meant
to shine out
into the world.
The work of
lifts the limits
we put on our
As our light glows and grows,
we see more,
and so do those
with whom we share this planet,
The best way
to show your gratitude
for the gifts and talents
you’ve been given
is to use them.
Let the whole world
see who you really are.
Shine your light
into the whole universe.
Know your true self–
boundless, light, and free.