The “In-Between” Time
By Cynthia Sartor, Companion in Mercy
The “in-between” time or the “not-yet-morning-but-no-longer-night” time occurs when sleep drifts away while the body stays hidden under the blankets. The sky is still black, and the country roads are quiet as light begins to show herself and the distant sounds of trucks on the highway can be heard.
It is like being in a cocoon. Although the butterfly within becomes aroused, it has no idea what to do with its wings. It is a magical—yet scary—time, as life stretches her arms and arches her back. It is a time of great hesitation and even greater anticipation. It is a time of wonder and awe and breath.
Sometimes these “in-between” times last days, months, or even years. It is easier to hide under the blankets, focus on the night and not the advancing light, and fear the wings that provide flight. It is a time when we learn that are not in control of our own lives as once thought. The bones will begin to ache if not used, wings left unwrapped will wither and die, and too much darkness can lead to blindness. Although the security of the covers is safer, taking the plunge is vital. So, we need to jump in, dare to see the light, flap our wings, test them out and listen for the increased sounds of traffic in our lives.
The end of the “in-between” is fast approaching. So, fly on and don’t look down. Trust the sky’s breath and Earth’s lap. Fly on and know that She holds you in Her loving arms.