TIME—IN TERMS OF SPACE

My life is filled with large spaces these days. Long, quiet trips in the truck to the lumberyard with stops for coffee. One night a week I take a class in Spanish at the community college. I go to my meetings two days a week at lunch.

Otherwise, I’m keeping busy with various projects outdoors. Not much writing. Instead, I’m enjoying these large chunks of empty, open space in my days. Chunks of time, that is. It seems that time and space have come together to mean the same thing. The land out here is filled with big, open empty space. Sort of a contradiction—"filled" with "empty space." But that’s exactly what it is.

And the same goes for time—filled with empty space. I love it. It resonates with me; me with it. California is good for me. It’s not only a place, it’s a state of being. I know, that sounds like a cheesy marketing tag line! Maybe it is or maybe it should be—I really don’t care. It’s just the simple, honest truth.