From Dancing Moons, 1995, 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.
