S P A C E
Space
Last week I heard on NPR
A sound clip of
Two Black Holes colliding
If I think about Space too much
My mind hurts
I cannot process that level of vastness
One day I want to see the Milky Way
Like you see it on Instagram #nofilter
I hope the Great Beyond will be something like that….
The final frontier.
Maybe it isn’t outer
Maybe it is inner
Space.
The final frontier
The pause between sentences
The tapestry that terrifies me overhead when camping
(too much open air! too much reminder of how tiny and vulnerable I am!)
The familiar stars
Orion’s Belt
The home of the moon
and the wandering stars
and Elon Musk’s stupid satellites
we saw one night and thought were a string of alien lights.
How tiny we are in the universe—
how particular God is in this place God loves!
I remember
being younger
and laying outside
on my grandparent's farm.
There were more stars there.
Not really.
Fewer obstructions.
feeling small
in the absolute best way.
I would not have called myself
anxious, then.
Looking back I wonder-
what was it about feeling small
that was so comforting?
Why did I like to wrap myself
in a blanket of my insignificance?
And would it help me
now to remember
that the cosmos are so much bigger,
that there really is
so much space?
i was 10 in 1966.
super psyched
to join kirk/spock/scottie/bones.
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
did NOT reckon its five year mission would show us
us.
stupid us.
arrogant us.
addicted us.
warring us.
racist us.
spiritual us.
and tribbles.
thank you, gene.
I just want some space
from worrying
about taking up too much space
and I truly can't decide
whether I should make peace
with the voluptuous area I occupy
or accept the challenge
of going easier on my knees
lighter on my toes
leaner in my seat
I've been thinking about it constantly
as my hormones shift
and numbers spread like melted butter
tired of thinking about these numbers
I am feminist
and also need to fly on airplanes
comfortably
and so apparently can't have all the things
I want to have or want to accept
which is really pissing me off
is my ass a feminist issue or a privileged carbon footprint?
both require me to grieve
but today I just need space
One has to wonder
if space is the same
as distance? I miss you
like the space
between my bottom teeth,
like the space between
blood and bone,
thought and speech.
I would cross the space
separating each finger
a thousand times over,
until we are as snug
in our space
as a sealed jar
of homemade jam.
Mystery.
Unknowing.
Peace.
Freedom.
Breathing again.
I can feel the pressure building
the more I'm touched.
Sometimes I feel like I could explode.
"I need space for my body," I say -
for what feels like the millionth time -
to my toddler, who is very good
at setting boundaries,
and still learning to respect them.
Space is a vacuum
(not a perfect one,
but it's got very low pressure).
That's the kind of parent I am, generally -
imperfect, and low pressure -
but with boundaries,
because otherwise I'm only
one of those things,
and I run the risk of exploding.
Does anyone else wave,
as they watch
the international space station
pass by?
Sometimes,
I even shout hello!
I know they can’t hear me.
But maybe they can sense
a connection
across the miles
a reminder
that they are seen
and known
and loved.
Maybe.
Or maybe
they look out
at the vast beauty
of the earth
visible only from space
and wave at us.
And shout hello!
Maybe they can sense
across the miles.
And give us a reminder
that we are seen
When my mind caves in on me
my soul gasps for air-
for space.
Space where uninvited worries don't exist.
Space where
my soul remembers I am from stardust-
free.
Space is teaching me
a lot about expanding
That through expansion
I can create more
space to hold the tensions
occurring within me
And the holding allows
love to flow freely here
My mind tries
to comprehend
the mystery
of space
expanding and contracting
at the same time
black holes
no light escapes
wormholes
(which really exist!)
stars too numerous
planets unknown
all existing
as I wrote
pondering
imagining
remembering
wanting to be
am astronaut
now things change
but still stay the same
now my imagination
is just
more learned
Space -
Pause
Emptiness
Safe space -
Refuge
Home
Make space -
Time
Attention
How will I fill it?
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sKwUMjL9cwp-Q2T-FAR4D6jGJGrx5W-gAx3YfON9QVU/edit?usp=sharing
(sorry for the link, the photo is important!)
Dreaming of a time and space
Where harmony and love abound
When young and old laugh and sing together
A mosaic perfectly crafted for the joy and pleasure of the intellectual beings, the majesty of the animals that fly, swim, slither, crawl, hop, walk and run.
Space
Last week I heard on NPR
A sound clip of
Two Black Holes colliding
If I think about Space too much
My mind hurts
I cannot process that level of vastness
One day I want to see the Milky Way
Like you see it on Instagram #nofilter
I hope the Great Beyond will be something like that….
The final frontier.
Maybe it isn’t outer
Maybe it is inner
Space.
The final frontier
The pause between sentences
The tapestry that terrifies me overhead when camping
(too much open air! too much reminder of how tiny and vulnerable I am!)
The familiar stars
Orion’s Belt
The home of the moon
and the wandering stars
and Elon Musk’s stupid satellites
we saw one night and thought were a string of alien lights.
How tiny we are in the universe—
how particular God is in this place God loves!
I remember
being younger
and laying outside
on my grandparent's farm.
There were more stars there.
Not really.
Fewer obstructions.
I remember
feeling small
in the absolute best way.
I would not have called myself
anxious, then.
Looking back I wonder-
what was it about feeling small
that was so comforting?
Why did I like to wrap myself
in a blanket of my insignificance?
And would it help me
now to remember
that the cosmos are so much bigger,
that there really is
so much space?
i was 10 in 1966.
super psyched
to join kirk/spock/scottie/bones.
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
did NOT reckon its five year mission would show us
us.
stupid us.
arrogant us.
addicted us.
warring us.
racist us.
spiritual us.
and tribbles.
thank you, gene.
I just want some space
from worrying
about taking up too much space
and I truly can't decide
whether I should make peace
with the voluptuous area I occupy
or accept the challenge
of going easier on my knees
lighter on my toes
leaner in my seat
I've been thinking about it constantly
as my hormones shift
and numbers spread like melted butter
tired of thinking about these numbers
I am feminist
and also need to fly on airplanes
comfortably
and so apparently can't have all the things
I want to have or want to accept
which is really pissing me off
is my ass a feminist issue or a privileged carbon footprint?
both require me to grieve
but today I just need space
One has to wonder
if space is the same
as distance? I miss you
like the space
between my bottom teeth,
like the space between
blood and bone,
like the space between
thought and speech.
I would cross the space
separating each finger
a thousand times over,
until we are as snug
in our space
as a sealed jar
of homemade jam.
Space.
Mystery.
Unknowing.
Peace.
Freedom.
Breathing again.
I can feel the pressure building
the more I'm touched.
Sometimes I feel like I could explode.
"I need space for my body," I say -
for what feels like the millionth time -
to my toddler, who is very good
at setting boundaries,
and still learning to respect them.
Space is a vacuum
(not a perfect one,
but it's got very low pressure).
That's the kind of parent I am, generally -
imperfect, and low pressure -
but with boundaries,
because otherwise I'm only
one of those things,
and I run the risk of exploding.
Does anyone else wave,
as they watch
the international space station
pass by?
Sometimes,
I even shout hello!
I know they can’t hear me.
But maybe they can sense
a connection
across the miles
a reminder
that they are seen
and known
and loved.
Maybe.
Or maybe
they look out
at the vast beauty
of the earth
visible only from space
and wave at us.
And shout hello!
Maybe they can sense
a connection
across the miles.
And give us a reminder
that we are seen
and known
and loved.
When my mind caves in on me
my soul gasps for air-
for space.
Space where uninvited worries don't exist.
Space where
my soul remembers I am from stardust-
free.
Space is teaching me
a lot about expanding
That through expansion
I can create more
space to hold the tensions
occurring within me
And the holding allows
love to flow freely here
My mind tries
to comprehend
the mystery
of space
expanding and contracting
at the same time
black holes
no light escapes
wormholes
(which really exist!)
stars too numerous
planets unknown
all existing
as I wrote
pondering
imagining
remembering
wanting to be
am astronaut
now things change
but still stay the same
now my imagination
is just
more learned
Space -
Pause
Emptiness
Safe space -
Refuge
Home
Make space -
Time
Attention
Space -
How will I fill it?
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sKwUMjL9cwp-Q2T-FAR4D6jGJGrx5W-gAx3YfON9QVU/edit?usp=sharing
(sorry for the link, the photo is important!)
Dreaming of a time and space
Where harmony and love abound
When young and old laugh and sing together
A mosaic perfectly crafted for the joy and pleasure of the intellectual beings, the majesty of the animals that fly, swim, slither, crawl, hop, walk and run.