<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Spaces In Between]]></title><description><![CDATA[Spaces In Between]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/my-blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2026 10:25:44 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/de/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Uncertainty and Connection ]]></title><description><![CDATA[This morning I found myself thinking about a particular kind of heartbreak. Not one tied to a single person or moment, but something that appears again and again in stories about love. It is the kind that arises when love is still present, and yet something no longer fits. In these stories, two people may have been together for years. There is care, tenderness, and shared history. And yet life has become full. Work expands. Time together thins. When they meet, the affection is there, but...]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/post/uncertainty-and-connection</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69608bec957e8f6c8aa4f7c4</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2026 05:04:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_108ae1ddb7c84a63b833e0aefe1b0d83~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>inbetweenspaces84</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Zugehörigkeit]]></title><description><![CDATA[Guten Morgen, Welt. Hier bin ich nun, 5:30 Uhr morgens, und wisst ihr was? Ich gehe zum Yoga. Wer meine vorherigen blog gelesen hat, denkt wahrscheinlich, dass ich den ganzen Tag nichts anderes mache. Vielleicht eines Tages. Aber ja, jetzt erstmal früh morgens. Noch bevor ich aufgestanden war, bekam ich eine wunderschöne Nachricht von meiner Mutter aus Deutschland. Wegen der Zeitverschiebung hatte ich ihr vorher eine Sprachnachricht geschickt, und ihre Antwort hat mich sehr berührt. Sie...]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/de/post/kopie-des-eigentums</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695c2a73eb9f7b142a58abcb</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2026 21:26:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_521465f62dab41b8873983e00cd167e1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>inbetweenspaces84</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Belonging]]></title><description><![CDATA[Good morning, world. Here I am, 5.30 in the morning, and guess what? I’m off to yoga. Anyone who has read previous blog before is probably thinking that’s all I do all day long. Maybe one day. But yes, early morning for now it is. Before getting out of bed, I received a beautiful message from my mum over in Germany. Because of the time difference, I had sent her a voice message earlier, and she replied with something that stayed with me. She reminded me of a practice she once learned through...]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/post/belonging</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695c286748ab5c2f457b83d4</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2026 21:16:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/cf407a_a1f33baf3efd48cc900f2ccabebc6f59~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_736,h_491,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>inbetweenspaces84</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Play, Parts, and the Ways We Give]]></title><description><![CDATA[This morning, a few words arrived quietly. One of them was play. Yesterday, the kids played. They are not children anymore, they are teenagers, and yet they played like children, for hours in the pool, floating, laughing. There was joy, and there was cohesion. What touched me most was the way they teased each other. Perhaps because they are older now and know their limits, there was care in it. No harm, no humiliation. Just connection, lightness, being together. Today, I found myself...]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/post/play-parts-and-the-ways-we-give</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69586808564ad52a959034c5</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2026 01:00:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_4e692d7858635662384367~mv2_d_5472_3648_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>inbetweenspaces84</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[On Truth]]></title><description><![CDATA[This morning, I found myself wondering about truth. Not in a big, philosophical way at first, but quietly, almost in passing. The thought carried me back to my university days, to a philosophy unit I once took alongside psychology, and to a question that seemed simple at the time and yet never really left me: What is truth? And how, if at all, is it different from fact? I remember a lecturer talking about facts as things we often assume to be fixed. Observable. Provable. He used an example...]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/post/on-truth</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6951d400a485256111535bcd</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2025 07:27:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_6e476f2d5556474b417849~mv2_d_6552_6552_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>inbetweenspaces84</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Threshold]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today in yoga, Tahl shared a few reflections that have stayed with me. She spoke about the New Year. About how the 31st of December is, in many ways, just another day. A date in the calendar. And how easy it is to get swept away by the hype around it, as though something must happen simply because the number changes. And yet, there was something else named. That there is a collective energy on this day. Because so many of us, at the same time, pause. We reflect on the year that has been and...]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/post/threshold</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6954c99e3005d37b905f39c1</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2025 07:08:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_546772735244652d634559~mv2_d_3200_4800_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>inbetweenspaces84</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Forgiveness ]]></title><description><![CDATA[On the drive to my Sunday yoga class, a song came on the radio. There is a line in it that stayed with me: " This life is the only life we know. Hold on to it tight before you let it go." ( The  Life , by Marc Scibilia). It didn’t arrive as a dramatic question. It felt quieter than that. Almost practical. Not ' how long will I live , but how long can I continue to live this way, carrying what I carry, holding what I hold, and still feel alive within it.' There is, as far as we know, this one...]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/post/forgiveness</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69509846a48525611150594f</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2025 10:00:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/daa5c726612d49c999f5abefbe7c8e17.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>inbetweenspaces84</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Kaleidoscope of Perception]]></title><description><![CDATA[I keep seeing the image of a kaleidoscope. Patterns, colours, and shapes form something that feels whole, cohesive, and almost complete. Then, with the smallest twist, everything changes. The same pieces are there, but the picture is entirely different. This image serves as a powerful metaphor for how we perceive the world. We take in information constantly through our bodies, histories, relationships, and cultures. Each of us is shaped by lineage, family systems, and collective histories...]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/post/turning-the-kaleidoscope</link><guid isPermaLink="false">694f52813b0d1930fd6bada5</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2025 04:27:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/cf407a_6ec6bd0d5a58440ea73c6fabc12eab07~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>inbetweenspaces84</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Held]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today in yoga, I lay on my mat and felt the earth holding me. The room was full, and yet there was a softness in it, a quiet hum of breath and bodies. Beside me was a woman from New York, practicing here for the third time. She spoke about her home, the guarded energy there, the tension, the politics that seem to press on people. I have never been to America, but I understood what she meant on a human level. I know both the feeling of constriction and the feeling of freedom, the weight of...]]></description><link>https://www.spacesinbetween.blog/post/_held</link><guid isPermaLink="false">694e59317e3f33384f857ad4</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2025 09:46:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/cf407a_8220b52c2c1e412297c0bfce9d853592~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>inbetweenspaces84</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>