Letting go, Letting in
We did just fine without our “stuff”. Thrived, actually. But the moment I saw our boxes, I couldn’t wait to rip them open and soak in the presence of inanimate objects.
Holding Space
I’m writing this from a new bedroom, on a new bed, in a new house. Everything smells new; and for the moment, life feels foreign.
From the Middle
But what about the middle? It makes up most of our life. We spend a much higher percentage of time in “middle moments” than in “end moments”.