Punctuation Points
Those moments in life when something ends. Where we must look into the absence of what was familiar and, seeking nothing, allow something to emerge.
The emptiness is filled with questions, if we are brave enough to look.
Beyond — what does this mean? We might consider — what does this time allow to be revealed that could not be revealed until there was a space?
The emptiness of a punctuation point is rich with potency.
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Like an underwater diver, we must go deep into the no-thingness. And be still.
In its own way, this time is like a dark winter, occurring in our unique season of life. A hibernation. A sleep. Silent.
But in that incubation, life is emerging. It cannot help itself; life lifes.
Our task, if we honour this part of the human cycle, is to allow. Relax. Breath.
In its time, and not a moment before, the next chapter, the next step, will be there.
Published November 10th 2026. Photo taken November 10th 2019
