SPACES

There are spaces between things, like between two trees or mountains. Spaces between stars, cars, houses. Spaces between people. This makes life interesting because, although we are all the same in so many ways, we are different too.

Crossing the space between each of us we find what is interesting about the other—interesting can mean something you do that I don’t or vice versa. Or what might be interesting is finding out what you do that is the same. We have that "ah-ha" experience when we find out, "oh, you’re a photographer too! And, you use the same kind of camera!"

Embracing differences is fun because that’s where we can learn something new. "You’re an astrophysicist? What’s that? What do you do when you’re one of those?"

There are spaces between words, between thoughts; between blogs I write too. In the silence in those places is often where reality lives. When I’m not writing my blog, I’m living my life, dealing with my job writing for the newspaper, dealing with relationships, and doing all the mundane things too like feeding the dog and taking out the garbage.

But with those things—doing those things—there are spaces too. Wonderful full, meaningful spaces. Silence. Silence is golden. Silence is beautiful.