Ordinary Holiness
At a local coffee house, I recognized a woman behind me from an improv class and said, " I am so thrilled with myself! Do you wanna know why?" She said sure and I told her as we sat down together. The conversation meandered, taking us on a surprising, heart and mind-expanding journey. I chose to release the laundry I was supposed to do in service of what I have come to call 'the connective tissue of life'. It's the ordinary holiness I find in the spaces in between, when we are spontaneously enjoying the richness of being connected, and savoring the places that our lives intersect.
between the doors by Susan Windle
all things are possible
i don't mean my house or yours
i don't mean inside or out
that space between
is where i'll meet you
let's stop this back and forth
let's stay right here
in the doorway
where all wars cease
it may seem like a narrow place
where nothing much could happen
but we can not know the size
of openings we do not see
nor feel the breadth of
tha which waits for us
the other side of what seems
impossible mailto:susan@susanwindle.com
i don't mean my house or yours
i don't mean inside or out
that space between
is where i'll meet you
let's stop this back and forth
let's stay right here
in the doorway
where all wars cease
it may seem like a narrow place
where nothing much could happen
but we can not know the size
of openings we do not see
nor feel the breadth of
tha which waits for us
the other side of what seems
impossible mailto:susan@susanwindle.com
