Moments in Time: London (The Tube)
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: The Scoreboard
- A Single Tree
- Worb, Switzerland in Fall
- The Volto Santo
- Tuscany, Italy
- The Prayer of Music
- Cologne Cathedral
- Pope Francis, Family, and Joy
- Exaltation of the Cross
- The Crumbs of Holiness
- Brienzer Rothorn
- Paris
- Prayer
- School, Dependence, and Paradox
- Pride
- Reflecting Light
- Loving Plan
- The Emmental
- Paris, Death, and Uncertainty
- Mt. Pilatus
- The Corner of Church and Gay
- Good Parenting
- To Change or Not To Change
- One Year Later
- Blausee, Switzerland
- Time is Love
- Bern, Switzerland
- Mürren, Switzerland
- Happy Thursday
- Die Hausmann (The Houseman)
- The Call of a Father
- Kandersteg, Switzerland
- Hope and Home
- Human, A Christmas Carol
- The Mountains and the Divine
- Christmas Market
- A Stare
- Penetrating Light
- Venice, Italy
- The Passion and the WC
- The Mountain
- Resurrection
- Market Day in Bern, Switzerland
- Happy Easter
- Good Friday
- Maundy Thursday
- Holy Week Reflection
- The Great Adventure
- A Man and His Crocs
- “Say You, Say Me”
- Kids, a Ball, and Nature
- Thun, Switzerland
- Invitation
- Sports and Passion
- Sunrise-Worb, Switzerland
- Seeing the Beautiful
- Our First Month
- Summer at Seven
- I Believe
- Radiant Presence
- Family
- U.S.A. vs. Germany
- Our Swiss Weekend
- The Paradox of the Road
- The Adventure Continues…
- Happy Father’s Day?
- Celebrating Earth Day
- Interlaken, Switzerland
- My Search for Communion
- The Universal Language of Sports
- An Experienced Faith
- Worb, Switzerland
- Lake Lugano, Switzerland
- To Bless the Space Between
- Language of Love
- The Bridge
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: The Parent Zone
- A Fire of Hope
- Eyes Without a Face
- Modern-Day School Day
- 43
- A Moment in Time
- A Hidden Truth
- Now More Than Ever, We Need the Wisdom of Sports
- A Plea for Truth
- “Shining Like The Sun”
- Gift of Silence
- The Greatest Illusion
- A Stomping Joy
- Listening to Time
- A Beautiful Closure
- Perfectly Average
- Baseball, Friendship, and Bathroom Prophecy
- Moments in Time: Worb, Switzerland
- Moments in Time: Helena, MT
- Mystery and Mirrors
- Present
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Wounds
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Balance
- 45 and the Mid-Life Brisk Walk
- A Scandalous Christmas
- Fire
- Moments in Time: London (The Tube)
- Some Random Thoughts at 44
- Hard To Be Human
- Two Choices
- Coming Out of Hibernation
- The Whispers of Nature
- Facebook, Beauty, and Good Friday
- Moments in Time: Dingle, Ireland
- Let’s Dance
- Moments in Time: Glen Coe, Scotland (Highlands)
- Age of Wisdom
- Happy New Year…Cheers to Cranberry Juice and Coffee
- Stockhorn
- The Story of Paris
- Solothurn, Switzerland
- Tissot Peak Walk, Glacier 3000
- Man vs. Nature
- The Swiss Alps from Another Time
- Not Just Another Day
- The Image
- Buildings
- Domodossola, Italy
- The Gray
- Feeling the Falls
- Love Is
- Opposites
- Sunrise Over Lake Maggiore, Italy
- Weather, Writing, and Truth
- A “Religious” Walk Home
- A Quick Day Trip to Luzern, Switzerland
- Year Two
- The Castle on the Hill
- Cold as Stone (3 Years Later)
- Change
- Yes, I Am In Your Business
- “Uniquely Me”
- The Human Balance
- Beyond Croatia’s Beauty
- Back to Reality
- A Friend to Man
- Merry Christmas
- Finding Freedom
- High School Sports Hall of Fame
- Bonnie Scotland
- Turning the Big 4-0
- Nice, France
- Wrestling with Time
- Rounding Second Base
- A New Hang Out
- Welcome to a Journey…
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: The Parent Zone
- A Single Tree
- Worb, Switzerland in Fall
- The Volto Santo
- Tuscany, Italy
- The Prayer of Music
- Cologne Cathedral
- Pope Francis, Family, and Joy
- Exaltation of the Cross
- The Crumbs of Holiness
- Brienzer Rothorn
- Paris
- Prayer
- School, Dependence, and Paradox
- Pride
- Reflecting Light
- Loving Plan
- The Emmental
- Paris, Death, and Uncertainty
- Mt. Pilatus
- The Corner of Church and Gay
- Good Parenting
- To Change or Not To Change
- One Year Later
- Blausee, Switzerland
- Time is Love
- Bern, Switzerland
- Mürren, Switzerland
- Happy Thursday
- Die Hausmann (The Houseman)
- The Call of a Father
- Kandersteg, Switzerland
- Hope and Home
- Human, A Christmas Carol
- The Mountains and the Divine
- Christmas Market
- A Stare
- Penetrating Light
- Venice, Italy
- The Passion and the WC
- The Mountain
- Resurrection
- Market Day in Bern, Switzerland
- Happy Easter
- Good Friday
- Maundy Thursday
- Holy Week Reflection
- The Great Adventure
- A Man and His Crocs
- “Say You, Say Me”
- Kids, a Ball, and Nature
- Thun, Switzerland
- Invitation
- Sports and Passion
- Sunrise-Worb, Switzerland
- Seeing the Beautiful
- Our First Month
- Summer at Seven
- I Believe
- Radiant Presence
- Family
- U.S.A. vs. Germany
- Our Swiss Weekend
- The Paradox of the Road
- The Adventure Continues…
- Happy Father’s Day?
- Celebrating Earth Day
- Interlaken, Switzerland
- My Search for Communion
- The Universal Language of Sports
- An Experienced Faith
- Worb, Switzerland
- Lake Lugano, Switzerland
- To Bless the Space Between
- Language of Love
- The Bridge
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Wounds
- A Plea for Truth
- Modern-Day School Day
- 43
- A Moment in Time
- A Hidden Truth
- Now More Than Ever, We Need the Wisdom of Sports
- A Fire of Hope
- Gift of Silence
- Moments in Time: Worb, Switzerland
- The Greatest Illusion
- A Stomping Joy
- Listening to Time
- A Beautiful Closure
- Perfectly Average
- Baseball, Friendship, and Bathroom Prophecy
- Age of Wisdom
- Eyes Without a Face
- “Shining Like The Sun”
- Happy New Year…Cheers to Cranberry Juice and Coffee
- Some Random Thoughts at 44
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Balance
- 45 and the Mid-Life Brisk Walk
- A Scandalous Christmas
- Fire
- Moments in Time: London (The Tube)
- Present
- Two Choices
- Moments in Time: Helena, MT
- Coming Out of Hibernation
- The Whispers of Nature
- Facebook, Beauty, and Good Friday
- Moments in Time: Dingle, Ireland
- Let’s Dance
- Moments in Time: Glen Coe, Scotland (Highlands)
- Hard To Be Human
- Mystery and Mirrors
- The Castle on the Hill
- Stockhorn
- The Story of Paris
- Solothurn, Switzerland
- Tissot Peak Walk, Glacier 3000
- Man vs. Nature
- The Swiss Alps from Another Time
- Not Just Another Day
- The Image
- Buildings
- Domodossola, Italy
- The Gray
- Feeling the Falls
- Love Is
- Opposites
- Sunrise Over Lake Maggiore, Italy
- Weather, Writing, and Truth
- A “Religious” Walk Home
- A Quick Day Trip to Luzern, Switzerland
- Year Two
- Change
- Cold as Stone (3 Years Later)
- Yes, I Am In Your Business
- “Uniquely Me”
- The Human Balance
- Beyond Croatia’s Beauty
- Back to Reality
- A Friend to Man
- Merry Christmas
- Finding Freedom
- High School Sports Hall of Fame
- Bonnie Scotland
- Turning the Big 4-0
- Nice, France
- Wrestling with Time
- Rounding Second Base
- A New Hang Out
- Welcome to a Journey…
This week’s “moment in time” brings us to London, England. Specifically, evening rush hour, traveling on the Piccadilly Line on the Tube.
If you ever had the chance to experience this, you know immediately what I am talking about. You may even begin to sweat as you read it. I need a dram of whisky to write about it. Traveling on the Tube at rush hour can leave you overstimulated with all kinds of sights and sounds. Not to mention the overwhelming lack of personal space that can make your skin crawl to this day. (This was even before Covid.) Traveling as an American in Europe, you quickly come to the realization that by flying over the Atlantic, you unknowingly agree to forfeit your personal space. That said, even after living in Europe for years, nothing quite prepares you for the Tube at rush hour.
It is one thing when you are by yourself, and you can kind of maneuver and contort your body as you feel fit, even turning your head a certain way, so you are not inches from a stranger’s nose. It is another thing altogether when you are with your family, precisely two young boys. You have to corral them and hold them tight as the waves of people come on and off with each stop. On this particular day, we were heading back to our hotel in Russell Square from spending the day out and about. I believe we were coming back from the Churchill War Rooms; they were absolutely amazing if you ever get a chance to visit.
Now, for those who have taken the Tube, you know there is one voice constantly heard above and beyond all of the other hundreds of voices around you. One voice that you hear consciously and then unconsciously, over and over again. Yep, you got it, the computerized woman, repeating herself at every stop, “Mind the Gap, Please,” “Mind the Gap, Please,” “Mind the Gap, Please.” I have always appreciated this reminder as there truly is a little bit of a gap when entering and leaving the metro car. It is also helpful when your boys begin to repeat it as they get on and off as well. Having said that, what comes to mind as I think of that computerized woman’s voice today is not so much a physical observation but more of an emotional and spiritual one. More specifically, a gentle reminder to “mind” our psychological and spiritual gaps.
What strikes me is that we in the western culture act as though no one should have any “gaps.” We tend to scoff at any kind of failure, weakness, or poverty in any of its forms (especially poverty of oneself). We have created a culture in some ways where perfectionism reigns.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
-Mt 5:3
Moreover, the moral sentiment usually from religion has created such a negative connotation towards “gaps” that we tend to miss the necessary good that can come from seeing and embracing them, all so they may be transformed. As a result, we spend so much of our time projecting strong, secure, and successful images of ourselves and to others, which can leave us “blind” and “deaf” to those prophetic words of the computerized woman, “Mind the Gap, Please.”
From a spiritual sense, Jesus in the Gospel of Matthew mentions the word “actor” fifteen times. We use this Greek translation today as the word hypocrite. Oh, how we like to use that word when speaking about others, don’t we? Our egos will do anything to make ourselves look good, especially morally superior. Yet, deep down, we know that we are all “actors” too.
The Swiss psychologist and psychiatrist Carl Jung often refers to these “gaps” as our shadow selves.
“The shadow includes all those things about ourselves that we don’t want to see, are not yet ready to see, and don’t want others to see. We try to hide or deny this shadow, most especially from ourselves.”
-Richard Rohr
For as much time that we spend avoiding our “gaps,” Jung asks, “How can I be substantial if I fail to cast a shadow?” He goes on to say that the shadow can be “the source of the highest good: not only dark, but also light; not only bestial, semi-human and demonic, but superhuman, spiritual…even divine.” Wow. It seems that our shadows (gaps) are not roadblocks to wholeness and holiness but the necessary avenues to inner freedom and joy.
“God wastes nothing and includes everything. The God of the Bible is best known for transmuting and transforming our shadow selves into our own more perfect good. God brings us—often through failure—from unconsciousness to ever-deeper consciousness and conscience. I doubt if there is any other way. All the rest is mere self-validation.”
-Richard Rohr
I really do miss traveling, especially the uncomfortable parts of it. The Tube is one of the many examples. Yet, I am grateful for the prophetic words of the computerized woman. Maybe, just maybe, the world would be a bit more kind if we could listen to her…
“Mind the Gap, Please.”
Thank you for joining me on the Tube, and until next time, blessings to you on your journey…
4 Comments
Cecilia Kapusta
Beautiful reflection! Loved it. Mind the gap, please!! Thank you for sharing.
Brett Illig
Thank you, Ceil. Happy Advent!!
Tony Ciaverelli
Great reflection Brett! Made me think about all the gaps in my life and how many times I’ve fallen into them! I am going to use this little reminder moving forward as a way to better understand the purpose of gaps in the first place 🙂
Brett Illig
Thanks, Tony. Thinking differently about my “gaps” and the importance of not only seeing them but living through them makes me think of Father Newns’ kaleidoscope analogy. 🙂 In other words, to be able to see them with new eyes, and more of a truthful “light.”