What is rhythm?

Last week we shared a story with you, about the grief of someone who was about to lose a loved one. And sharing that grief with her, not by listening, but instead by imagining her pain. Because for someone who is struggling with real circumstances, the struggle to find the words, is also very real.

It’s all laid out here now. Was it too subtle last week? I’m working on it.

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A bit of a change this week. I’m not sharing a story and it isn’t about grief, not exactly. It’s about rhythm, and what it means when I mention it here in this space.

Rhythm is a beat that moves in relation to the things around it. But it does not move because of the things around it. And it moves in spite of the things around it. It moves along with time, as all things do, but it isn’t measured by time. It moves along in sequence, perhaps, but it doesn’t truly follow a pattern. Rhythm is the ebb and flow, the curves and the edges, the staccato and the legato. Rhythm, just is, it doesn’t cease to exist when it’s bad. A good rhythm though, keeps a beat.

What does a good rhythm look like in our everyday? I can’t say, not right now. But I take it upon myself in this space, to give shape to the things just like rhythm - elusive and certain, all at the same time. I don’t have all of the words today. But thank you for following along, as we move through this one together.