At times when my life seems out of control, I close my eyes and imagine that I am floating in a total void. I used to think it was escapist, a fantasy of being alone. But it also occurs to me that for an instant, the void was the last moment when all that is was a singular point
It is not a fantasy of isolation, but of homecoming.
Ben, this is Cathy…I love the concept of being in the “void”. I experience this as an invitation to “let go” without “knowing”. Thank you for the concept. Please add me to Village Idiot email list. Tell Jenn “Happy Mother’s Day”!