Empty Spaces, March (Prologue)

Talking with a friend tonight about some time she'd taken off, and seeing how her life had changed in that time, I said, "it's amazing what happens when you create an empty space." People are so afraid to leave something - job, relationship, home - they want the space filled first, before they'll agree with the Universe to empty it.

I'm committing long-accustomed blog crime as I write (although I have immunity to kill) - I have another drafted - one about owls. But the owls and the swan may have been about this - creating empty spaces - places to be filled.

I have the life I do now because I threw what I had away, and now, when I want more.. well, someone once said to me, "you always want more, it's never enough.."

Yeah, pretty much.

Last year I wrote March and the Human Spring. In 13 minutes it's March. Fuck, I love March. Last year was the human spring - this one's mine.

maybe death isn't darkness, after all,

but so much light wrapping itself around us —

as soft as feathers —

Let go.

Letting go doesn't mean giving up - but surrendering to who you are.

Have no regrets.