He holds beautiful space. I don’t know that I’ve ever asked him to hold space for me, but he does it naturally. I know that I am not the only person who he holds space for. Actually, I know without a doubt that he holds space like this for everyone. I believe my favorite part of the way that he holds space is that it is done silently. He never asks for praise. He never seeks acknowledgment. He doesn’t grasp for external validation. He literally just holds space for everyone who he comes in contact with.
We have contact most days. Sometimes it’s the little things and sometimes it’s big things. This day, it was somewhere in between. I was actively working on slowing down. I was fighting the drive inside of me to constantly be productive. I had a laundry list of things that could have been accomplished, literally laundry was one of them. Instead, I made myself lemon water, lit a candle and slipped into a bath.
I wrote to him and told him how I made the choice to be…. just be, rather than being productive. Ironically, it was the most productive thing I could’ve done with that time. It left me alone with my thoughts, where I could get clear on what I wanted.
He wrote me back and asked me what being productive even meant anyways.
Like I said, he holds beautiful space that often has a mirror inside.
What does being productive even mean?
