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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.)



Welcome to my new blog.

I have to admit that I resisted doing a blog. I mean, who wants to read someone’s personal journal? But lately I’ve been quite enjoying reading a variety of blogs. And now I’ve been told by a few people dear to me that they want to see pictures, to read about my experiences. So, to reiterate, welcome.

I hope to share with you what I’m learning. I’ve been exploring bread making, cheese making, beekeeping, growing vegetables, living locally. I am attempting to “Make it my ambition to lead a quiet life, to work with my hands…”

How quiet is it to blog? Really? How private? Honestly, I enjoy my privacy immensely. So if I decline to share every detail, so be it. Sometimes my privacy has limits and sometimes it exuberantly throws it’s cloak off and bears the depths to the world. Be patient with

me when I have those moments, dear reader. They soon shall pass.

So small window of my blog, welcome to my life.

(I’ll try to take lots of pictures.)