12.2.14

no mans land.

No one wants to read about the in between,

let alone write about it.

There is a lacking of anything to say.

Or so we believe. 

We revere the places of full ness 

and emptiness. 

As if living doesn't happen anywhere else.



Where true love is ever expansive.

Or hearts bloom with happiness. 

Where emotions are full to the brim and over flowing! 

Or perhaps, 

our hearts are tortured by the loss of something 

or someone. 

We feel violently gutted. 

Stripped bare and denuded.

Or utterly peaceful. 

Lofty with ideas or dreams. 

Or full of hope! 

These places of emotion,

that feel entirely tangible,  

when you are feeling so much of something 

that it might manifest into material being and split our bodies open from the inside out. 



But what happens when you feel empty, 

and there's simply nothing there? 

No feeling. 

No emotion.

No sadness.

Just getting on with the daily routine. 

As you do. 

With two feet on the ground.

One after the other. 

After the other.

After the other. 



This in-between chasm is so wide and so deep, 

that even to holler across its darkness

or it's lightness, 

it can take days 

or weeks 

just to hear the echo. 



And when your voice returns to you - 

it's barely audible. 

Weak and whispery.

More of a reminder than anything else.

Maybe it's not lightness or darkness that the echo is fighting it's way through - 

 but sludge.



A cloud. 

A certain shade of greige. 

It has no colour, and no clarity.

Lacking in reflectivity or luminosity of any kind. 

I feels a lacking 

but there is much happening in this no mans land. 

Every mans land.



We've all been there, 

and without it, where might we be? 



The critical space between the decomposition of something old - 

and the regeneration of something new. 


It has a viscosity. 

a humidity.

It could be stormy - or it could be calm. 

A compost heap of life experience. 


Where the egg shells, coffee grounds and the apple cores of before

become the nutrients of after.   

It turns the discarded matter from all life past into fertile soil for tomorrow. 



It seems that I am here 

in this rift of in between nothingness, 

because what is needed the most

 is the space for those ideas

and those dreams,

of that life lived before

to shift its molecules into their most potent formation.



The fuel of forward motion is brewing. 

Like fossil fuels and diamonds - 

that were once dragons, dinosaurs and flowers on earth many millennia ago.



So perhaps the interim, 

is more like the compression that turns coal into diamonds. 

I do like the sound of that better. 

Who doesn't want to be a diamond? 



But then who doesn't want to be the eggshell? 

To be in the state of eternal potential. 

To be the excitement of motion, 

of change that is on it's way. 

And change that is happening in every single moment! 

To be in the journey of life!



Afterall -

a diamond is as a diamond will be.

beautiful yes.

but everchanging it is not.




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I'm certain there is some part of an egg shell in there somewhere. 

A part that is strong but also brittle. 

Opposite ends of the spectrum and everything in between.















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