A Space of Silence – The Art of Creating Space

Once, a place for the sacred.

Once, a place for listening.

But today, that space of silence has become a weapon.

Ban all abortions after six weeks, says Texas.

And we will allow no exceptions…none at all.

Even for:

Nothing.

Women, girls, you are on your own.

So, we looked to the Supreme Court for help. We waited and held our breaths.

And the deadline came.

And the deadline went.

And the ban…it simply began.

Their space of silence shattered our rights.

For months now, the mantra coming out of Texas (really, this entire country) has been: Our bodies, our rights!

Apparently, that only applies to vaccine and mask mandates.

Women, girls, you are on your own.

You have no rights to your own body.

We have the rights to your uterus.

I shutter and breathe…and begin again.

And I gather the fragments of what I know to be true:

That the song of a Chickadee rises and floats on a wisp of hope.
That a child laughing can shatter fear.
That the brilliant yellow sunflower bending in the breeze is the happiest moment today.
That breath centers.
That a long hug slows the frantic beating heart.
That I notice the crickets’ song always in silence.
That a book is a gift.
That the Bald Eagle is no longer endangered.
That my beloved Sea Turtles still hatch and scurry to the ocean.
That Love is bigger than it all.
That silence is in fact a gift.

And I do not give you permission to turn it into a weapon, my space of silence.

No…not today.

Not ever.

That space is sacred.

That space is Love.

And I’m taking it back.