3, 2, 1

3, 2, 1

There is a space between what feels inevitable and what is. The space is called choice. When I for­get I have one of those, a choice, I start the process of going mad. No mat­ter how tight the spot, there is room for me to show up. Some­times I get bowled over, some­times my choice changes things, some­times it doesn’t really mat­ter. Where I feel fused with you, feel inevitable in our inter­ac­tion, there is the same space, and the same poten­tial. It helps if I wait and get more infor­ma­tion, see where you are in the space, see who you are instead of assum­ing it is as it always is/was/couldbe/shouldbe/etc/exhausting. Wait, lis­ten, think, feel, speak, act, and lis­ten some more.

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2 Responses to 3, 2, 1

  1. Stephen Parkhurst says:

    I remem­ber in one of your arti­cles you men­tioned that a major part of your life is spent observ­ing. It seems this would be a nat­ural for you. How­ever, for me, it’s a strug­gle. I am really work­ing on try­ing to lis­ten first, to under­stand, try­ing to empathize but it’s hard to do. One thing I do love about life, actu­ally, life as a human being…we always have the oppor­tu­nity to change. Choices cre­ate change.

  2. P. Voyles says:

    I like the title of this one even if the pic­ture makes me feel uneasy. I have learned to stop and some­times silently count to ten to help process what is hap­pen­ing. This pho­to­graph makes me feel like a deer in the head­lights and I don’t know what to do.

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