Between time is a a place in living I have loved . . . until now. There is a ying/yang to everything, isn't there. I've written much and often of the value between time is for me. A place I can simply be. Whatever is meant to be past has passed. Whatever future, remains . . . out there. Between simply is. Nothing needs to be, should be, has to be.
But what is it when someone is on the slow road to the next? That is presuming you believe there is a next. When you are no longer engaged in this living and yet not in the next, truly neither past, future, nor present. Truly existing in your own unique between space.
What is it like? Is it like my between time every morning? Calm, peaceful, soothing. When I feel at one with the Universe. Or is it more like where I am now between in my day-to-day life? Uncertain, unsure, hesitant. Wondering where my path is taking me. The future simply a blur I am unable to bring into focus.
I think of my conversation last night in which I shared that when my mother is sleeping she has the most peaceful look. Is this like my morning between time? Then when she is awake, fretful, is this like my present day-to-day feeling? Again, the ying/yang, the balance that is all life.
So what to take from this current writing of between time? It ever is. It is a place we all experience often in our living. It is a dormancy that provides spaciousness to feel the calm and to feel the agitation that is the energy of life.
While it saddens me that my mother is presently in this between time, a place that I am unable to share with her, comfort her, be with her, I know this is her final between time. Her time to sort out, reflect and savor for her Self what has passed and let go of all that is unneeded for where she is going.
Maybe this is the lesson of between time . . .to experience and savor what once was, let go, and look boldly and vulnerably into what is to be, trusting it will be.