i will tell you now

how pausing is kindness.



pausing is the white space,

white space around words.

pausing is the margins on a page,

a space created around words.


pausing is the comma. it is catching one’s breath at the end of a sentence.

it is stopping or slowing down.   

pausing is the space in between words–spoken or written–

that is rife with meaning.    


pauses and silences

can speak louder than words.

i hear what you don’t say

when you are silent.



pausing is the space created around oneself, around a person’s busyness, activities, life…

a space created in the midst of a day, to slow down, stop, reflect.


pausing is the noticing; taking note.

pausing is noticing details in the world, like the waft of a breeze, a change in the direction of the wind,

or the soft whiz and fling of a bird’s wing,

or the 4:15 am chirping of birds, the trumpet heralds of a new day.


pausing is noticing the first green buds emerging in spring

and knowing when the yellow irises will bloom again

pausing is noticing the peonies survived the blight of last year’s mold,

the ones that were cut down and thrown away,

and it was unclear if it’d work or not but now it’s visible–

it worked and they survived.


pausing is stopping, slowing down, from many things.

 pausing is looking. listening. thinking. wondering. pondering.


pausing is a whisper, a soft moment,

unobtrusive and quiet.


pausing means noticing people–

(or it should be)–

and the fragile, vulnerable space occupied by souls.


i don’t know what to do with all the complicated

challenging, difficult circumstances,

mistakes, pains, aches, confusion, and questions…

it is beyond me to know and to answer

so many things; i have no choice but to pause.


i pause and consider the lilies

and their worth.

i stop and consider not a single sparrow

falls without notice,

and i pause to know that the number of hairs on my head

is not too much of an obscure fact to be known.


pausing is noticing, looking, listening;

 (it’s the opposite of running and speeding up).

pausing is counter-cultural, even counter-intuitive.

we think we have the answers and are ready to run with them. 


pausing is weeping with those who weep,

laughing with those who laugh,

mourning with those who mourn,

singing with those who sing.


pausing means taking a breath.

pausing is love.

pausing is humility.

pausing is kindness.  








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