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When I think about the “in between space” – just yesterday I learned another term for it – I think of Rumi’s field.
Do you know Rumi? If you don’t, hearing about his field means nothing.
He is an incredible poet and below my brain dump I’ll list a couple of my favorite quotes from him, but this is the one that has perpetually holds space in my heart:
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
And right doing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
when the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
Note to You (and me)
My writing got interrupted by a strange assortment of people walking up to my neighbor’s house. This is typical when we are trying to write or take action on our goals or think more deeply than we are accustomed to – our focus is lifted from our heart’s task to something else that will keep us comfortably ensconced in the status quo.
I am going to get up from my seat, stretch, refill my water and come back, refreshed, and start again.
My in between space looks like a sunflower ringed field in Northern Arizona. The soil is exposed, red and rich, and the altitude is high. I feel absolutely infinite and absolutely insignificant.
It occurs to me this is where freedom is conceived, birthed and lived.
I wonder if I am strong enough to create this field within me, everywhere I go because I feel like this is the answer.
I feel like I have been seeking too long and hard to know that this field lives in the center of my chest.
When I lie down in this field and open up to the nothingness of a without words space, tears come to my eyes. I don’t expect them to come and barely notice until they are falling down my the sides of my face, into my ears.
The grass is soft and slightly wet but it doesn’t bother me.
I am unbotherable and the salt on my face doesn’t get wiped away, the water keeps flowing and me, lying in the grass, a halo of sunflowers all around like a divine circle, knows ultimate contentment.
Instead of writing a poem I am within the poem.
Instead of explaining how to do something, just lie here with me. Maybe the soles of our feet will touch, maybe our fingertips will touch, maybe we’ll be separated by miles and miles and miles and the thing is, our souls will touch. They know each other and can find each other in our supposedly separate fields.
We’re here. Together. Separately. Divinely Earthly.
So be it.
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