Another Excerpt

Yeah, most of my writing energy is still going to NaNoWriMo right now.  Just crossed the 25K threshold this week.  Here's another Ordinary Thing:

"Liminal Space

There are weird intersections in the world where time does not feel like it moves correctly.  Spaces that feel like an odd intersection of time.  A hospital hallway at night, for example, feels outside of time, that people and time both pass in the hallway but somehow without actually touching one another, walking alongside each other but not affecting the other.  Alone in the early hours of the morning, before the sun is up, I have my own space in the kitchen.  No other sounds except for my dog adjusting herself, the hum of the refrigerator and whatever I might put directly in my ears.  This morning, the sound of my keyboard is also present, gently but steadily clacking away in bursts at a time.  My dog has found her favorite spot on the couch as we adjust to the waking day together.  She will adjust by going back to sleep; I will take the same kind of peace for a moment or two longer, finding that pausing to acknowledge and dwell in the in between spaces is a good moment to run a self systems check, notice the taste of my coffee, and otherwise allow my mind to wander a bit further before jumping into the full weight of the day.  

A few words written before the day even really starts, dressed and prepared for more active spaces but waiting in a relaxation state if only for a moment.  The day promises to be a full one, but this moment is mine at least, a moment that is outside of time and space.  I feel vast and thin, stretching my mind out without trying to force it in one particular direction, allowing it to move to the crevices I had been avoiding or to find a new outcropping that I had not noticed fully before.  It’s a safe space to wander if only for a moment, where I can control the input without outside demands.  I notice my shoulders hunched forward and ask them gently to release.  I notice the tension in my temples and ask those muscles to calm as well.  One more deep breath to release the stiffness in my thoracic cavity.  And another deep breath just because it feels good, noticing how the breath feels in my body, moving through each space with awareness and curiosity. 

For just a moment.  For just this space.  Luna will need to be fed before I leave for work, and my lunch will need to be packed and readied, but at least I have a moment here, an infinite and temporary moment that is mine and only mine."