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
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.
This text really leaves room for thought...I pause.
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