Showing posts with label space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label space. Show all posts

Friday, December 6, 2019

An Intervening Space - Gap


There are several people in my life right now, who are waiting for this year to end. 

Have we not all had years like that? A period of time that was filled with so many life lessons that you felt that someone high above was pointing at you, allowing bad things to happen.



You hear a voice that thunders: I will take you apart piece by piece to see if you can survive.


Leave me alone, you cry out loud. 
Pick on someone else, you shout back (even though you know that isn't the kindest thing to do, you can't help it). 
You feel like you might be drowning.


A year that has held loss for two of my closest, poor health for others, the ending of a marriage, the loneliness of accumulated choices.

We all need an intervening space, we want our situation to end, but how? We all want calm.



This time of celebration for many can be the most difficult for some. It is not all ho-ho-ho. (Tweet This)

For some of us who have made it through with a minimum of disruption, many moments of happiness, and privy to good physical and mental health, let us remember...

the years that we couldn't wait to end
the sadness that many have wrapped around their hearts
the possibility of sharing what we have experienced
the one moment we can always afford to give

Doing it without hesitation, without expecting any reward (or their acceptance of our words).

Give the gift of an Intervening Space. A gap that is safe.
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Please turn to your local mental health provider if you are in need of An Intervening Space. 


Saturday, August 3, 2013

No longer creating on the 8th Floor



Now it’s unpacking time.

No more shredding, and sorting, piling and discarding.
No more rolling cart and waiting for the elevator.
Now, we are walking between boxes and dodging each other
in our efforts to get things put away.

Where will all these things go?
They fit so comfortably in my old space
Behind hidden closets and buried in drawers.

No more screeching of packing tape
and looking for the scissors
Just boxes to discard
and things to donate that will go
to someone perhaps starting from where I have left.

Someone starting new
With a fresh outlook and shiny floors
Clean appliances and dust-free overhead fixtures.
Walls that have been ‘magic-erased” removing all
Evidence of the previous owner (me).

I am happy for this person.

I am ecstatic for me.
My life has been rearranged into a new creation.