Thursday, September 15, 2011
in between lives
I've moved a billion times, yet I always forget how weird and unsettling that space is in between worlds -- when I'm dismantling one but have not started reconstructing the next. Eager to move forward as fast as possible, but anxious to linger behind as long as I can. Moving along at breakneck speed one moment, dwelling in syrup the next. Watching storms pour out of one corner of the sky and seeing the sun burst through another. Sandwiched between lives, one that is no longer mine and one that is not yet mine. I didn't even really have words for it until I stumbled on this scene along the (nasty) Kansas river with someone's vacant wagon -- this describes it perfectly. Not a sense of emptiness so much as it is feeling squished by fullness from both sides and not knowing exactly where to put my feet at present.
P.S. Drawing room is still on, but the visit dates will have to be surprises instead of regular postings on Tuesdays -- I have too many schedules to coordinate and not much time to pick up a pen. But I will start again soon, because I love doing these features and escaping into others' lives temporarily! Our next guest has plans to open her next studio in a hammock and wants a fuzzy pet chicken named Guacamole.
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