We may fear this. Feeling empty, hollowed out inside.
Absent of the “noise” of life
So used to full that empty feels strange.
The Grand Canyon
An Empty that brings us to a place of awe
Hollow of a Tree
An Empty that offers a safe respite from the storm
An Empty that gives us space to breathe into
Half Empty Glass
An Empty from which to measure abundance
An Empty space in which to dance
To be full of things is to be empty of God. To be empty of things is to be full of God.
I think about that ‘empty’ space a lot. That emptiness is what allows for something to actually evolve in a natural way. I’ve had to learn that over the years- because one of the traps of being an artist is to always want to be creating, always wanting to produce.
Sometimes it is useful to look at what can be emptied out in life in order to create a vacuum, a space to hold that for which we yearn.