The space in between.

Maybe you have felt it in an oh-so delicious moment of grace.

You know the ones.

Those moments when your mind suspends all thinking just long enough to be present with the beauty, the wonder, the incredible-ness of this life.

It’s a little moment of peace, heaven. transcendent awe.

And then life happens. And the mind re-enters the room- thinking, strategising, over-analysing and compensating.

It’s totally normal (whatever normal really is).

This world we have created, our society with its systems, and ideas, and policies, and public offices, and private property, and all the disconnect, means that sometimes its survival. It’s no longer survival of the fittest- its survival of who can play the game.

For most of us, it’s not a very fun game- not when its your basic needs at stake.

To actually thrive in this world, we need support, community and a calm and regulated nervous system.

That’s where the space-in-between , the suspended moments, become your saving grace.

When the body feels a sense of peace, the nervous system is able to settle, all the functions of the amazing human body have a chance to reset, and we return to homeostasis.

We are reminded that everything in life is a transition. Nothing is permanent, and in this liminal space, the space in between, we begin the transition from what was, to what is next. Sometimes that is bitter sweet.

This threshold moment begs its own reverence. It offers us a metaphorical bridge to the next level. We are held by the transcendental power of the human experience. Always moving us.

Yours in the possibility of it all,

Shelly

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