Sometimes I just come up with a blank. Nothing. Nothing comes to mind. Then it starts. Why am I drawing a blank? Is there nothing worth writing about? Followed by a search through the stack of books by my chair or a flip through my journal pages to see if there is anything I haven’t yet used.
And then…whoooaa grasshopper. Slow down. Maybe blank is good. Maybe blank is opening up space for…well, who knows what? Maybe I could use a little more space. Unfilled space. Open space. Just space.
I realize how precious little of it I have in my life. Most every day is filled to the brim. Even in my supposed solitude there is contemplation or writing or a frustrated effort at understanding. Sometimes, sitting in the chair, it’s all I can do to just quiet my mind for a minute or two or three.
Maybe today my soul is crying out. Give me some space!
Sigh…
Paula
Love it!!
Space is good! I call it grounding myself. Breathe and stay where my feet are. It resets me.
A memory come to mind. Listening to Eckart Tolle asking someone to describe a room. They mention the shape, walls, floor, ceiling, color, furniture but forget maybe the most important element. Without the space there would be no room. SPACE – so important!
Another interesting bit of trivia for those space lovers. I recall an interview with Nat King Cole. When asked what the secret was to his beautiful piano pieces (voice aside) he replied, “It is knowing what notes to leave out. More important than the notes, it’s the space between the notes that makes the music.” That’s why I never liked J.S. Bach. He rarely left a space in his music. Always filled with a note.