I believe in synchronicity and that coincidences have meaning. I believe in signs. I also, after years of not listening to it, believe in my inner voice (different from the chatter that can clutter our minds). Right now, there are all kinds of signs and synchronicities telling me to make space. It’s also a big desire right at the moment.
Making space is lots of things. It can be making space when someone comes to visit. It can be clearing out the closet and making a pile of donations. It can be pausing and remaining quiet so someone else can talk while I listen with full intention. It can be putting away the dry dishes from the drainer. It can be having two chairs on the patio, so there is room for someone else to join me. It can be unsubscribing from various email lists. It can be letting go of someone who has been in my heart for years and making space for myself, and maybe even someone else. It can be waking up early so there is time for praying and meditating and journaling and running and swimming and cycling and jump roping and lifting weights and doing planks and practicing yoga. It can be taking deep breaths and not reacting in texts to a friend. It can be leaving space on the dry rack so the clothes actually dry quickly in the desert air, instead of clumping to each other in a crowded wet mass. It can be turning off the screens and sitting in the silence and the dark. It can be making time for someone who needs someone to listen, not someone who pipes in with advice. It can be visiting a loved one and bringing them their favorite treat.
I’m in a making space kind of mode. I’m starting another big purge of belongings, yes, yet again. I have written of this before. I realize, though, like spiritual practice, that purging is an ongoing process. You take stock, your life changes, you keep, you release, you move on, you begin again. I did a huge release of items two years ago, and now it’s time again. This time, I’m thinking about things differently. I’m thinking about things not just if they spark joy (I’m still using the Marie Kondo method), but also if they will spark joy more permanently. In a year or so, I’m planning some nomadic living (more later in a future post, perhaps) and all of a sudden, whether or not something sparks joy with permanence creates a new set of parameters.
I am making space for myself. I am making space for meditation and quiet and yoga and journaling and teaching and studying and pursuing new and long dreamed of avenues. I am making space in the day to do the things I have long dreamed of. I am making space for creating and writing and praying. I am making space for verbs, not things.
I am making space for loved ones. I think that I have lived a walled-in-life for a long time. I lived as a loner, not often inviting others in, literally and figuratively. I am living differently. I am no longer afraid to be hurt, because I have done the healing. I am no longer afraid if things begin and then fizzle out. I am no longer afraid of friendships and relationships ending. I am making space for one person that may become a loved one. I am making space for loving myself and honoring myself, as well.
I am making space for adventures. I am making space for a different version of life than I may have lived before. I am making space for new people. I am making space for old friends and loved ones. I am making space for new possibilities. I am making space for follow-through. I am making space for silence. I am making space for my true yes and no. I am making space for being quiet and for not necessarily sharing all of my thoughts and dreams and plans. I am making space for the actions, not just the planned on ideas. I am making space for creativity and dreams. I am making space for my life, this next round.
I am making space for doing. I am making space for writing. I am making space for love. I am making space for travel. I am making space for new languages. I am making space for new realities. I am making space for possibility. I am making space for abundance. I am making space for forgiveness. I am making space for me.
I am making space.