the area of pause

9 Apr

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The camera that follows me around catches me staring into space, not thinking, pausing.  From the outside, who can tell the difference?

At this pausing, gratitude is felt for the pregnancy found in this springtime spaciousness.  What is bursting forth?   If I were to compare this time to a short while ago, my now is much sweeter.  I can see how The now is abundant.  The now contains enough space for smooth feathers and long sighs, even as the work load piles up,  emergencies continue,  the bowling balls of obligation are dropped again and again – no matter – no problem – space gives space for everything.

Have we entered somewhere new?  Or have we stopped to catch our breath at the scenic overpass where we can mark our progress?  Have we shed some skin for good?

I see my use of “we.”  Am I a we?  Do I think in plural because of my daughters?   Do I mean me along with you who reads along these lines?   Are you too in pause, pregnant pause?

Today, I am bowing to Bukowski for his naked, boogieman truth, for his cries out to us across the years – helping us to unsee, unlearn; rolling clear here, as far as I can tell.

The mirror we hold to ourselves we hold for each other!  Looping overlapping pinging back returns through this beautiful poets lens for Pause:)

6 Responses to “the area of pause”

  1. prewitt1970 April 9, 2013 at 10:44 pm #

    We and I are tricky words are they not? Especially when eaten by the spoonful. Chased do by sips of us and them often followed by copious amount of should and would, when truly just craving a taste of “I”
    Happy Tuesday
    B.

    • marga t. April 10, 2013 at 12:48 am #

      Profound truth for the craving for “I” through the lens of B! “We” like this delightful meal of pronouns and such! Peace and restfulness sent your way! m

      • prewitt1970 April 10, 2013 at 1:26 am #

        I lived your post I found it most thought provoking. Your worlds for me have great meaning and I truly live where they come from, I find our journey fascinating

      • marga t. April 10, 2013 at 10:52 am #

        Our worlds, our journeys shared…your fresh twisty words illuminate the the path, dear bro 🙂

  2. seeingm April 10, 2013 at 2:46 am #

    Spent last night writing a letter to a cousin who is getting married. I talked about relationship math being 1 + 1 =3. This is the third unique creation that is made when we mirror and reflect into a… drum roll… was writing last night about becoming a “we”! The paused Marga and the Marga in motion definitely have a reflectionship and create a stunning 3rd we :). Spoons full of extraordinary connecting with sacred we’s all over the place. LOVE IT!

  3. vision5d2012 April 11, 2013 at 1:47 am #

    Thank you Marga for speaking about “pause.” My mother used to tell us about her father (a life long farmer who worked 16 hour days.) From time to time she would come upon him with one hand outstretched against the window sill, appearing to be looking out the window intently. “What ‘cha looking at, Daddy?” she would ask. “Oh Nothing,” he’d reply. Years later (when she’d catch herself doing the same thing and we would ask her the same question and she would give us the same answer) she finally realized that this was his way of taking a pause, a moment of reflection, before taking up the next task at hand in his long and busy day. The importance of the “pause” cannot be over emphasized. Pause allows for re-balance, realignment, a coming home to Self that restores and refreshes us and gives a context of BEingness to all our Doing. Blessed Be, Alia

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