On Empty Spaces
Tomorrow (Friday, November 18th) is settlement on the house. I stopped by for the final visit today, to pick up the last of my mail, and to do one more “walk through” making sure everything had been cleaned out.
I reflected on all “the stuff” I had gotten rid of in preparation for this move. Most of the furniture – sold. Memorabilia and collectables sold or given to family members. Enough in storage to furnish a small apartment if needed a year from now.
As I walked through a now empty house, it got me thinking about how having less “stuff”, and therefore, more space can affect us.
I am beginning to understand that the empty spaces (in our hearts as well as our homes) cannot be filled, it is all about learning to live with less. When there is emptiness (literal or figurative), we can either rush out to fill the void, or we can sit with emptiness, embrace it, breathe it in. When all the spaces are filled, there is no room to move. But when there is empty space we can stretch our arms out, wide. With open arms we are now in a position to receive something new and different into our lives.
So it is with my move to Maine. That this space, now emptied of the literalness of my existence, will enable me to stretch my arms wide and be open to the possibility of a life that is totally different from the one I have now. And today, possibility is enough.