Recently, I opened up a magazine from my alma mater to peek at the section of class news. I was happy for those who are making partner and who are accomplishing great things in the world. But standing in the kitchen in my pajamas instead of in a downtown office with a twenty-mile view, I started to get sucked into wondering: “What am I doing?” “Why wasn’t that my path?” “Why did it work for all of these other people?”
I put down the magazine and took in the view from my office (or kitchen) window overlooking the empty play set in the backyard. I spotted a small, dark circular cloud hovering just above the horizon. I’ve never seen a cloud quite like it. I leaned forward to get a better look and spotted two other almost identical clouds. Three small, dark circles evenly spaced apart in a row.
An ellipses in the sky.
“To be continued . . .”
My heart grew lighter, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I know that my story is not over.
I am living in the ellipses.
* * *
There is an in-between time that we don’t hear much about these days. At least, I never knew about it before I found myself in the middle of it. It’s a time that might look like foolishness to many–like leaving behind a career without a plan to replace it. It is a time that might look plain wrong to others–like leaving behind church and Answers and certainty. It is a time that might look like giving up–like letting go of responsibilities or relationships that are no longer yours to carry.
This in-between time can be hard.
It can feel dark and foggy.
You are in-between what was and what is to come.
The old no longer fits.
All you know is that you no longer
belong where you once were.
I think we all want to be heading somewhere.
Moving. Making progress
with a clear sense of direction
I suppose I could rush forward
accomplishing to my
head and hand’s delight.
But then I would miss out on this
This time where I am learning to listen,
learning to open wide my heart,
learning to be still,
learning to trust,
learning to move forward
without a map or plan.
This movement is slow.
One holy step
at a time.
© J.L. Sanborn, 2015. All Rights Reserved.
One thought on “Living in the Ellipses ( you know, the . . . )”
Glad to be sharing the … You’ve described it well.
“Where the old no longer fits…”
And the yet to come is patiently waiting.
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