Allowing Space

My journey into space started when my sons bird escaped from its cage.

My new friend was visiting and because she has two birds of her own, my son knew she could help catch his bird and return it safely to its cage.

I was mortified as she went downstairs to help my son and saw the state in which I was living.

Total chaos, mess and clutter.

I cried.

She offered to help me.

I hesitantly accepted.

We started the next day.

And after many long days and lots of emotions it was completed.

Everything now had a place and a purpose.

Except for one room, which was left empty.

My friend strongly advised me to leave it alone and let it be empty for awhile.

It felt strange.

I wanted to make it be something.

It felt wrong, and yet somehow right.

I resisted my urges to put stuff there.

It sat empty for months.

Over months, this empty room taught me how to be more comfortable with empty space in my life.

Allowing it to be and not rushing to fill it.

I think of this often when I’m not clear about where I am on my journey and don’t yet know how to proceed.

And when I have the urge to just do something in hopes to make myself more comfortable…

I remember this experience.

I honor the empty space.

And I hold still.