There have been times in my life when it felt as though the world’s gaze passed over me like wind over a lantern flame.
from every side, from head to toe – I shrank from it. Hiding very outline of my existence.
I moved through life as one who stumbles on uneven earth, falling, rising, and falling once more, my spirit trembling with each attempt to stand upright again. Though somewhere inside, a quiet hope waited for a heroic moment – which in my previous life had a different definition but now I call it ‘Metanoia’ – Not the cocoon we casually name, but the true chrysalis – that hush between what was and what longs to be. The third space where one goes alone to be undone and remade.
We speak of beginnings and endings, but rarely of that sacred middle, where values shift, perspectives tremble, and a person turns from shadow toward a more honest light. I’ve come to understand that this hidden passage of third space is everything… the slow turning of the mind and softening of the heart.
It’s the third space where my heart lerant to breath again – between the two worlds.
22/11/2015 Austria
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