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Poet in Residence
Bodies and Voices
BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
About five years ago after packing a tiny car in an underground garage in Mexico City, I had a revelation: I was a packer.
I would pack like no one else, squeezing little bags and pillows into little nooks and crannies to create the most compressed and concise hunk of our stuff. My friends, who had previously wondered how to fit five of us, plus all our luggage, into a compact car watched in awe. I was feeling grand about my achievement myself as we all slipped easily into our seats, underneath which I had stuffed things.
Tasks and errands in every nook and cranny
But just as I sat down in the backseat, my revelation’s dark side came to me: This was how I packed my life too, fitting little events between big ones, small tasks between smaller errands, filling in every space with something so that there was no nothing to enjoy.
By nothing, I mean the space in between doing things: transition time, yes, but something vaster than that – time to just be without plans looming ahead or behind in too tight a weave.
Learning to make space
Since that time, I’ve been a student of making space for spaciousness: open stretches of time, little sabbaths throughout the week and especially at little once each day when I can do what I’ve been doing on this long Sunday afternoon: sit on the porch on the first warm-enough day, listen to the birds and spring peepers, let the cat sleep on my lap, sip water, feel the wind rise into its little thunder and drop down to a hush.
This loosely-packed life helps me escape the push to push, the call to do more with less time, and come home to the centrality of just breathing and breathing it all in.
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