I’m waiting more, enjoying more of the space between - words, notes, breaths - the space I don’t need to step into, giving it up for another.
I’m watching more, listening for what comes next. Not anticipating but enjoying the not-yet.
Who knows? God may speak again.
The Japanese have a word for the absence of words, the pause, the space between notes, the silence, the interval that ‘gives shape to the whole.’ : ‘Ma’