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| "Sunset from the Studio", oil, by Jamie Williams Grossman |
If the word “abeyance”
means temporary inactivity, as one dictionary says, then I’m a believer in
abeyance. I’d like to hold everything in abeyance about every two hours, at
least – just breathing in and out for a few minutes and letting the planet spin
where it will without me moving a single muscle. We have a stone wall in our
backyard, and it strikes me with almost a sense of envy that the stones are always in abeyance. They simply sit in
silence where they have for several hundred years, doing nothing but being good
stones. As I’m writing this by the window, I can see the stones outside. They’re
not restless, not checking off a list, not flying from one activity to the
next. No, I like to think they’re holding eagerness and frenzy in abeyance. The
world and my life look quite peaceful when I watch those stones. In fact, I’ve
decided to do just that for the next few minutes. I’m holding this writing in
abeyance. Back later . . . maybe.
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