{"id":1029,"date":"2018-08-27T19:33:07","date_gmt":"2018-08-28T02:33:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.wordpress.com\/?p=1029"},"modified":"2019-12-18T17:42:03","modified_gmt":"2019-12-18T17:42:03","slug":"the-angst-of-inner-spaciousness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/2018\/08\/27\/the-angst-of-inner-spaciousness\/","title":{"rendered":"The Angst of Inner Spaciousness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1030\" src=\"https:\/\/nancymthurston.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/08\/joseph-canyon.jpg?w=225&#038;resize=225%2C300\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" \/>It\u2019s been quite a summer. A wedding. A Be Present Black &amp; Female National Conference where I was part of a diverse group of facilitators. A gathering with two organizations looking at \u201cMoney and the New Community.\u201d And a Wisdom &amp; Money Board meeting. All as my little grandson Daniel keeps growing cuter by the moment.<\/p>\n<p>All year I\u2019ve been releasing some of my very old, entrenched habits that are seriously unhelpful. That work plus the alchemical mix of these rich events of the summer has stretched me. It feels as if the boundaries of my life have expanded, whispering of possibility.<\/p>\n<p>More openness in my life is gift, but right now it feels strange.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes this new inner territory seems blank. Its emptiness feels like something is seriously wrong and, thus, is very disconcerting. I know inner spaciousness is part of the transformative journey, but it\u2019s tempting to try to fill up the space so I can feel \u201cnormal\u201d again.<\/p>\n<p>In addition, some of my old feelings and habits have crept back in, uninvited, and are creating quite a ruckus. They turn cartwheels. They call out in their tricky sounds-good voices trying to entice me to let them stay. I hear them. I see them. While I can\u2019t ignore them, I\u2019m not letting them take root in the soil of my expanded inner space.<\/p>\n<p>Neither of these experiences\u2014the unsettling emptiness nor the clanging old voices\u2014are passing on through quickly. Quietly.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m impatient. I want to savor and write about all that is emerging\u2014all I\u2019ve learned\u2014what I see from this vantage pint. But new words fail me, and I\u2019m temporarily left with echoing silence or jangling old words.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m learning that this is the way transformation works\u2014just like being courageous means I feel my roaring fears and move forward anyway.<\/p>\n<p>At a time when I want to be writing regular blogs again, diving deeper than I\u2019ve done before, I\u2019m slowing down to adjust to the new inner spaciousness and freedom.<\/p>\n<p>It is the fastest way I know to move forward.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\">I couldn&#8217;t resist including:<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1031\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1031\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1031\" src=\"https:\/\/nancymthurston.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/08\/danny-uofo.jpg?w=300&#038;resize=300%2C225\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1031\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Daniel Gunner Thurston<br \/>4 months old<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s been quite a summer. A wedding. A Be Present Black &amp; Female National Conference where I was part of a diverse group of facilitators. A gathering with two organizations looking at \u201cMoney and the New Community.\u201d And a Wisdom &amp; Money Board meeting. All as my little grandson Daniel keeps growing cuter by the &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/2018\/08\/27\/the-angst-of-inner-spaciousness\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;The Angst of Inner Spaciousness&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,9,13],"tags":[130,250],"class_list":["post-1029","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-creativity","category-memoir","category-spirituality","tag-growth","tag-transformation"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1029","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1029"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1029\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1246,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1029\/revisions\/1246"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1029"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1029"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1029"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}