I wasn’t in this space and I wasn’t in that space. I was solidly in between. The two spaces both felt good, yet different. One was not bad and one was not good, they simply were and I simply was. I had no attachment to one side or the other. 

With every breath in I grounded into this space, this place, this energy in between. The longer I sat there, the more in between I got. The more I could feel dusk and dawn, foggy fields, edges of meadows, both sides of the veil, rainy early mornings, late fall and early spring. 

Cross legged on the floor in the middle of the doorway. That is where I was sitting. The doorways in life have always brought me comfort. I have solidly lived my life with one foot in two places, it is where I thrive. It is a pattern all throughout my life, spirituality, sexuality, exercise, creatively, parenting, nutrition, almost everything in my life. 

I watch many people run and crash through doorways, almost as if they need to break invisible glass as they charge from one side to the other. Little time is spent on the transition as you crash from one side to the other. One moment, they were here and the next they are there. It isn’t bad and it isn’t good, it simply is. 

Not me, you will find me lying down on the transitional doorways in life, figuratively and literally.