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Space Between


There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me

When I walk back and forth to work, then home for lunch then back to work, I get a chance to think, to listen, to re-evaluate. It is my “space between.” The verse above is from Tracy Chapman’s song “Telling Stories.” I’ve been thinking about the different stories that I’ve seen that I would love to tell and how to write them properly, with dignity and with consideration for whom I’m telling the story of.

A friend of mine gives her children a mandatory “quiet time.” When I was young, before breakfast we had to have a quiet time too. This forced reflection has carried on with me and I try to make time for it during the day so that I can process, recalculate and gain perspective.

Though, in another conversation I had this week, I must be aware that I do not let the “space between” be all encompassing, thus forgetting me and reality. As beautifully put by a dear friend, I don’t want to be a head that my legs just walk around. I want to be present and involved in the moment so that I don’t miss it as it scurries past.

Do you build in a time to process into your day? Or week? Do you also have difficulty balancing between living in the “space between” and living in reality?

(The picture of the anchor I included above is what I’m currently searching for in my space between. With John’s passing, I feel I am one less anchor in my life and I am floating rather aimlessly. This anchor symbolizes what I want, to be grounded.)

Play it again!


Music is extremely important in my life. At my house, we have music on soon after we wake up, and we shut it off before retiring to bed. I don’t know what it is, the notes, the flow, the rhythm? All I know is that I need it!

When I was a kid, my dad would move his huge speakers and lay with a speaker singing into each ear. He would put on Earth, Wind and Fire and it would vibrate his belly, which is where I’d have my head. As soon as I could convince my mom to get a piano, I started piano lessons. Everything Beethovan wrote, I loved. To this day, he remains my favourite composer.


My mom used to play the guitar for kids choir. A favourite memory was when she’d let us choir kids sing and dance to “Twist and Shout” in a back room of the church when the sermon was being preached right down the hall. I thought my mom was so rebellious and cool. (And she is.)

I learned to play the guitar when I was in my teens. I pulled it out the other day and my poor fingers were aching after their hiatus. New callouses sported themselves with pride after a couple days of playing.

Music is so personal to me. I walk to work with my iPod buds in my ears. I sing through the mossy forests as I tromp through the bushes. Last summer, I found myself sitting on the picnic table eating lunch with my iPod tinkling a tune. Ava Maria by Beethovan came on. I closed my eyes, and let myself waft away on the voice. When I opened my eyes, I realized they were filled with tears. Music moves me. And it gets me moving.

My very first favourite song ever was the A&W Tuba Bear song. I’ve always wanted to play the tuba.

How about you? Is there a song that particularly touches you? What role does it play in your life? What instrument have you always wanted to learn?