I sit in the stillness of my own space.
Encompassed by thoughts and air.
I wish I could say the interruptions of thoughts and motion were rare,
but both the wind and latest Lego creation compete for attention.
Space is such a precious thing. So versatile, it can be shared or hoarded.
You can take the interruptions as inconveniences and furrow your brow with displeasure and annoyance…
Or like water off a duck’s back, accept the so-called interruptions for what they are…
Precious blessings who want to share their space with you.
Spaces filled with love and mutual admiration.
I would love to tell you that with each and every disruption I take the way of the wet duck,
But that wouldn’t be the truth.
Shared space, sharing space, and hoarding space is an experience that I’m still exploring and learning as I go.
I shall try more “quack” and less wrinkled brow.