I have always loved the gaps, the spaces between things, as much as the things. I love staring, pondering, mulling, puttering. I love the times when someone or something is late—there’s that rich possibility of noticing more, in the meantime … Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.
Naomi Shihab Nye
2 comments:
This text really leaves room for thought...I pause.
I never realize before reading your posts, that my shoulders are waiting and my lungs, to sigh deeply and relax that tightness that I've been carrying around. Sigh.
Post a Comment