The Space Between

I always say that the medicine is tendered in the space between. Where the inhale is held in delicate anticipation of sweet release.

I wonder, then, why I’m always in such a rush to feel the exhale. Why my mind begins to believe that there’s not enough air stored for me to exist in those moments of waiting.

In this case I’m referring to the moments between taking steps towards what I desire and actually seeing it manifest.

My intention is to let go of the need to know when and how and why. Of needing to feel like the steps forward are written for me - clear instructions penned by some external expert in permanent black ink that will act as a map toward the ultimate place of certainty and security.

Is it enough to just know that I’m safe and held for the whole ride - not just once I arrive at the destination deemed as the promised land?

I accept myself for being wrapped up in the drama of it all. For being obsessed with the details and begging to see the itinerary ahead of time.

I accept myself for knowing that I deeply crave to feel safe because of how much I yearn to make others feel the same.

I am grateful for the opportunity to feel the sensations that arise in the retention - while sitting in presence, wonder, and awe of the unknown brought on by letting go.

Allowing the space between to deliver the exact dosage I need but would never prescribe for myself.

Wishing you the peace and ease that arises when we create a little more space between.

With love and tender care,

Lena