Dear Everything Space,
How can it be that you are only 2?
My heart has always known your embrace;
like a plant in the sunroom
you grew, green & bright! Becoming through my body
like muscle becoming bone, like birds flocking
HOME - you have held me - when I am a
body heaving with pain and unknown,
when I am
silliness or ecstatic,
brimming with LOVE
And on the days when I feel FLAT,
scarcely moving in my tiny dance on the floor,
your walls have risen for me like those of a
CATHEDRAL, beckoning my spirit UP UP UP to
experience divine acceptance. Dear Everything Space,
how does your 2 years map into my human body?
In your 2 years I have become a brave listener, a
curious, compassionate, consensual explorer of my
own and others bodies. I have been challenged to
reflect. I have remembered how to taste my food,
how to be in a space of unknown,
trusting...trusting...trusting my own response,
my creative impulse in each moment. I have
RECLAIMED MY ENOUGHNESS
I didn’t know
I could know,
in a COMMUNITY
offer unconditional belonging
to one another. Dear Everything Space,
in these 2 years, you have come to
embody your name.
Everything I am has space to be.
I HONOR you now,
as you have honored me. Thank you.
~Lucy Schmid 2017