like a mother her child
Birgitt Williams writes evocatively for me: “no empty space…. space is always Sacred Space, and rich in what is contained.”
This brings to me thoughts of David Bohm’s implicate order: the whole is always enfolding, unfolding, like a mother her child. So perhaps holding space and opening space each partakes of that same image: embracing, and still opening arms to let her child run free….
:- Doug.
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