I’m not a big fan of in between.
I don’t like the awkward,
the not there yet –
the ending and not yet beginning.
A few days ago I found myself
in the in between
and I smiled
pleased to find an intermediate spot of perfect.
I didn’t really think this existed.
A not here and not there where I felt I belonged –
A spot that didn’t make me wish for next, end, new.
It was this moment.
A moment of balance found in the
here: summer and
not yet: fall.
An in between where I felt at home
with a longing only for what already was.
Sun, sandals and crunchy leaves combined
to make in between look irresistible and downright cozy.
It was hard to walk away from that.
And it should be noted that it occurred in front
of a place that brings me stress.
A place where I don’t always feel I belong.
A place where I feel the grit and tension of in between.
It seemed a small gift this intimate place of
sublime in between.
It was hard to leave.
But I carry it with me.
I will remember that I can
find joy in the
in between —
not only longing.
Great thoughts. Cute shoes!
Bethany, this is beautiful. I can relate. My circumstance is different than yours now as my children are grown, but I am dealing with new, unchartered territory in which I find myself taking each day as it comes. My husband has only been in chemo treatment for two weeks and I wonder how we will keep this up and yet here we are at the beginning of his “break week” where he is experiencing no ill symptoms and is working from home. He may go in to work tomorrow. Life is good and yet I need to feel the crisp leaves under my feet again today. For reassurance.
Anna, I am praying for you all. I hope the crisp leaves were/are a great reassurance to your heart. You are in good hands.