I’ve been recently reminded of the significance of space. In our quest to fill everything with stuff, doing and moving somewhere, we miss the point. We miss the meaning that space gives us.
The reminder came through a small plant with a delicate flower that had struggled its way through some tiles on a pathway. Not unusual or remarkable in itself, but it drew my awareness to something profound. What I noticed and took joy in was the plant. The accidental result of the creation of a space in between the tiles. It was unscripted, unexpected and left an impression on me. What I noticed was what came out of the space… but I didn’t think twice about the tiles – the planned, formulated result of our human desire to control and conquer. I don’t even remember what they looked like.
Space literally provides room to grow. For plants – and for humans too. When we invite spaciousness into our way of being, we allow thought, awareness, understanding and wisdom to surface. Gifts that are often stifled by our ego’s need to seem important through busy-ness, or successful through the acquisition of stuff.
When we stop and create space – stillness, noticing and listening – we can access the knowing and being that transform who we are and how we show up in the world far more profoundly and importantly than the clutter of blindly paving our life.
Perhaps if we allowed more space, more moments of calmness and stillness, more room to breathe, we would see more plants explore our pathway - more unexpected, memorable, beautiful moments of joy and pleasure not planned or foreseen. More moments of grace and blessing.
On a personal note...
I am curious, creative, determined, committed and (a bit too much of) a perfectionist.