This week I’ve been reflecting on the space between things.
The space between the clouds, between you and me.
The momentary space between two breaths, two thoughts… even two doings, where we have completed one task and the impulse to begin the next has not yet arisen.
How often do we take time to nourish and rest in these spaces that percolate all of life?
To be intimate is to feel the silence, the space that everything is happening in.