I know the saying is “between a rock and a hard place”. Sometimes though, it’s not a just a binary choice, but rather an accumulation of forces that play on my outlook. Not all of these are dangerous or even annoying, but they add to the menu of my days. Commitments, hobbies, duties and desires mingle and can surround a person. At times, they work in unison , in one direction. On other occasions, they work against each other. Both result in a sense of being caught in a avalanche.

I’ve had my foot caught in a pile of large rocks, literally and figuratively on this journey. Stuck, I inevitably watch my options fade away. Will I ever be free? Am I alone? How do I get to where I’m going when my foot can’t move despite my attempts?

As mentioned in my previous posts, there are no solutions here. However, when I focus on one action, one perspective that I can embrace, my blood pressure lowers. I can ignore the overall pressure and budge one, single rock, or even a pebble to lessen the load. My truth, my hope lies in the space between the rocks.

THE SPACE BETWEEN ROCKS

Pre-occupied lately with the space between rocks.
With the potential and actual pressure.
Self-induced? - Partially-
Built a fortress on what I believe I need, I want.
Circumstantial - - Partially -
Surroundings collapsed from physics and timing.
No matter the source, stuck in the space between rocks.

Trapped inside, looking out
Envious of the open air, of the options.
Where shadows can move and even fade,
Unlike the space between rocks.

Panicking only shrinks the choices.
Soothingly, drafts splinter through the cracks.
Mingling hope to sustain me in the space between rocks. 

B. Toner June 2025