Emptiness

Today I wanted to type about emptiness.  Before my diagnosis emptiness was something I never thought of.  I suppose I didn't have much of it.  During my darkest days it's all I saw and as I continue my daily life it seems the one thing I am always looking for.  Picture a beautiful pond with a lone duck; floating or gliding if you will.  This looks beautiful on the surface like a still sheet with an occasional ripple.  But underneath the surface that little mamma is paddling for all she's worth.  Throw into the mix a heavy dose of HSP (highly sensitive person) and irrational fear and that's a lot what it was looking like for me.  Anxiety is crippling, rational or not.  Soon your paddling with or without water.

I am not going to advise you about emptiness in your life.  That's not what I am about.  But I will share with you about me.  Cause I am all about me baby!  I grew up in the country.  When I was a teenager I swore all I saw was emptiness.  Now I live in a major city, if have to etch out my little patches of emptiness.  In practice they get easier to find.  Mediation and prayer, a quiet corner in the park, even resting your eyes on the train.  All these are little ways to add emptiness to your life.  Even putting away the washing up, an empty drainer can be a peaceful moment if you allow it.


Lastly, I wanted to share with you this link,  I received it by Twitter on Christmas day. It has stuck with me ever since.  First ,because I have never been to London, and pictures of the streets empty captivated me. Second because NYC is never, ever empty.  Even Hurricane Irene found Starbucks full of patrons.   There is a link to the artists Flicker page as well, go look...see.

http://www.ianvisits.co.uk/blog/2011/12/25/photos-of-an-empty-london-on-christmas-morning/