Have you noticed there are always two sides? Two sides to a story. Two sides to an argument. With most stories and opinions there are really more than just two sides. Because life is complex and personal experience is, well, personal. If we live in a black and white world, life can be tense. I think there is a little more ease in shades of grey.
Shades of grey. The middle ground. The place in between. It doesn’t mean my opinion or my side of the story doesn’t matter. It means I am not so attached to it that I can’t see another way of looking at something. Turns out the grey area is where there is room to grow. It’s uncomfortable sometimes, but there is possibility, something new, in that silver grey.
Here is another thing. There are always two sides…but healing happens in the middle ground. Healing happens when we loosen our grip on this or that and slide into that place in between. After all, what do we really know for sure? I’ve decided I am perfectly okay dancing in the middle, accepting my own limitations and staying curious.
It all reminds me of the lyrics from the Joni Mitchell’s song Both Sides Now.
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and they snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
Check out the song on YouTube here
Much love
Paula
