In Between

It's what's in between.

From the first step on to the bridge

Every step

Every breath

Every breeze

As you travel

Every moment you feel distracted

Every moment wondering

How long will it take?

Will I ever get there?

It's what's in between.

The sound

 of the pencil scratching on the paper

Visceral

Inviting

Aggressive

Whatever it is I'm experiencing right now

I can hear it

In the pencil

On the paper

It's what's in between.

I observe my heart beating.

I'm excited

I'm fascinated

By the words that are coming

To me

They are not just words

They are playthings

It's not just text

It's something to talk to

Somewhere on this journey,

I might uncover who I am

Or what I want to be

I might uncover how to change the world

It's what's in between

There are other verses.

They will come.

But right now,

Between the what and the why

I'm transforming.

That's what happens

In between

At the heart of education

As part of a class activity on holistic approaches to curriculum--readings by Parker Palmer and Rachel Kessler, Karen Armstrong, and about the model of Krishnamurti--we found ourselves outside, focusing on the spiritual aspects of teaching. In those moments, this is the poem that came to mind.
I included it in a storyboard final project (Storyboard That!) so my saved copy is only a set of images.

I will take the time to add backstory later.