Blank space is not a burden

it’s where we were birthed from

when did we start seeing blank spaces as a problem?

…wanting to fill it in…

as if emptiness implies not-enoughness instead of room to breathe and let something else be

as if space equals scarcity when really it exists in every cell of our being

as if we did not all come from the empty room of the womb

as if we do not have body cavities that keep us alive and well

as if the deep spaces underground don’t hold the groundwater we need to live

as if the pause between words is not a place for rest and a deeper kind of connection

as if the page break at the end of a chapter is not a moment to reflect before rushing onto the next

as if the unused space in our daily journal is sign we were so immersed in living, not a waste or too late to still check in

as if the wide open sky isn’t something to behold rather than fear

as if the cracks in the sidewalk don’t make way for ‘weeds’ to rebalance the land

as if our lungs are not …

as if the hollows in trees do not …

as if our world is not whole without all the spaces within and between.

if even just for this moment, i will try to honor the spaces and pauses once again…

……

thanks for being here 🌱 i’ve been buried deep in finishing up the loose ends of Embodied Ecosystems so I can send it in for a sample and then to print very very soon 💚✨

p.s. you can totally still pre-order it in the meantime!

in grounded gratitude,

Rae🌲