Even hermit crabs move sometimes.
They find old houses, take on new lives.
I wonder if they fill them with old furniture or bring family heirlooms along?
When we move, we find someone to take our place - to fill the space we leave behind.
Someone to cover our walls and walk through our hallways - it never feels the same.
Hermit crabs don't worry about the after.
Nothing really belongs to us, we are fleeting.
Set out into the water, leave your house at the bottom of the sea.
Every nook and every cranny filled with the ocean - no space for emptiness. Only a current to take you on.
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Today was a long day and as I got back from work I began to wonder how I would possibly refuel. How would I ever find enough energy to fill up my being in order to begin again tomorrow. As often happens, strange comparisons found me and I ended up with the image of a hermit crab abandoning her shell. But if you think about it her shell is never really empty because it is filled with water.
We too are always filled if we allow for space where we fear it most. Space and emptiness are not the same. Space is good. It means air and light and I am continually striving for space in my life. This space is what allows me to soak up so much positivity and energy to carry me through long and tiring days like today.
Happy National Poetry Month!
Bss
Marybeth
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