We’ve been in lockdown for a couple months now.  Being in quarantine has pushed me to reflect on what it means to have space.  What does it mean to feel trapped?

I’ve had a few moments in my life when I’ve felt genuinely trapped, and they always came when I was surrounded by lots of open space.  Feeling trapped while looking out at the farm fields of Poland…the endless parking lots of Missouri…a mountain range in Idaho.

On the other hand, I have been in tiny hotel rooms and apartments, and never felt more free–the world at my fingertips.  I have been squeezed into crowds of people marching in the rain, and felt liberated.

So the space I have seems to stretch or shrink as my soul is able to stretch or shrink.  I’m glad to say that the place I am now is home to me, so I do not feel trapped here, even though I’m not free to move.

I hope none of you feel trapped either, and I wish all of you plenty of space, both inside and out.