This poem was shared with me recently by Trude who was part of the Unravelling e-course I participated in recently and I'd like to share it here.
Beads of Life by Nancy Wood
The space between events is where most of life is lived. Those half-remembered moments of joy or sadness, fear or disappointment, are merely beads of life strung together to make one expanding necklace of experience.
The space between events is where we grow old. From sunrise to sunset one day lives as another day emerges from the fluid womb of dawn, the first bead strung upon the everlasting thread of life.
The space between events is where knowledge marries beauty. In quiet reflection we remember only the colored outline of events, the black and white of war, the rosiness that surrounded our first love.
The space between events is why we go on living. The laughter of a child or the sigh of wind in a canyon becomes the music we hear expanding in our hearts each time we gather one more bead of life.
Let's take time to live in those spaces between events and see the beautiful surprises that are all around us. What beautiful surprises have you seen lately?