negative space…

20150803_113616I’m leaving some space today.  I have constantly filled my time lately.  And just decided to leave a gap.  To take a break,  a breath,  just sigh for a moment.
To enjoy the peace and quiet.

Why do we constantly fill our days with noise?  Are we afraid of what our minds will say when they’re free to fill that space? Do we hate the quiet?  Are we afraid of what thoughts will arise?
While I was an art major, we talked of negative space almost as much as positive space. Negative space is the space between. It is that pause in music before it builds to the powerful chorus or crescendo. That moment in a play or musical where it gives time to let things sink in to the audience. Fill the space with thought. To let the weight of the words that were just said, hang in the air.

To pause, to think, to ponder, to rest.

In art, they talk of the way the eye moves across and through a piece. Negative space allows the viewer’s eye to rest. It gives shape and meaning to things going on in the forefront. It gives borders and boundaries. It’s not nothing. It’s as important as the positive space. And ironically, although called negative, it’s not negative at all. It’s necessary. It’s what allows us to appreciate what’s going on in the composition, in the piece of artwork itself.
All I know is that today was not long enough and tomorrow will be back to the grind,  but for today……     Taking a deep breath……  Letting my mind rest in the pauses and breaks before life comes back to a full crescendo.

baffling sky…


When all reason and logic fail…  Look up.  There there is beauty beyond all understanding.  How these things form in this what seems to be endless sky.  They feel so close and yet are so far away.  And beyond them are universes we can’t see with our naked eyes.  Whole collections of stars and rocks beyond our wildest imaginations.  Such beauty that we don’t get to experience on a daily basis… Unless you’re an astronaut or astrologer (or some kid working at the astronomy tower lol).

My mind is blown away.  I stood in that field with the wind whipping around and just feeling alive and blessed.  That no matter what may come or what choices I may make,  there is a peace that passes all understanding that I can cling to and hope for.  And only when  I live in fear and doubt,  do I miss seeing it’s bigness,  muchness,  and overwhelming joy. 
Relish the “small”  things like a crazy beautiful sky with clouds and rain and snow and sun.  Fill your life with beauty and see it in the mundane.  In the lives that surround you…  In the words from a friend…  In the melody of a song that just picks your spirits up.  Don’t take those things for granted that seem miniscule, for all those things added up can make a difference in your life.  Speak truth and beauty in another person’s life and put yourself and your wants aside.
Every day is a new opportunity to grow and change and be better…  To be the best version of yourself you can be. 

Live a life that is worth leaving behind for someone else to learn from.

Breathing in that peace…. 

moonlight and madness??


It’s amazing to me when the sun and moon can both be seen.  I know that the moon is always there just waiting its turn but sometimes it boldly shows itself, and you catch glimpses of beauty that makes you quiet.  There were geese that flew across and landed in the lake while I was standing there.  Just amazing little moments.

Take it in…  Whatever it is…  Whatever gives you joy…  Whatever speaks to your heart…  Whatever connects you and grounds you to your soul and all that makes you appreciate life and beauty…  Hold onto those things…  Breathe them in and cling onto them…  Don’t assume they are ordinary moments…  We shouldn’t dwell in the mundane….  Weep a little…  Weep a lot…  But continue to move on and to love and to open your eyes to all the beauty that is around you. 

Messages to your soul can appear anywhere…


One of the plaques on a bench at the park

I was walking along one of the hiking trails this evening, just enjoying autumn in all its glory (until the rains come over the next few days) .  Really it was so peaceful.  I love the smell of leaves.  It instantly brings back memories of when I was a kid and used to rake the leaves into monstrous piles. Only to jump into them,  fall on my back and stare up at the clouds. It’s one of those things I truly miss about my childhood. 
The sound of them beneath my feet…  I used to kick them up into the air and of course like most children,  scoop them up and throw them as high as I could.  They are better than confetti any day,  if you ask 7 year old me.  I would roll in them and not care about bugs or dirt or sticks.  When do we lose this child like glee? 
We see glimpses of it occasionally, and I know I’ve seen it in others.  But somewhere along the line we push it down. 
Digressing a bit…  Except to say that I was walking along the path just thinking about my life and what I should do with it.  I saw this wooden bench to my left and normally I just pass them up.  But this evening, I felt like something was saying sit down and read the sign.  And it was perfectly what I needed to hear. 
It’s amazing when that happens.  The right moment at the right time.  Your heart can be broken and raw and then someone or something speaks into your life and you feel it heal a bit.  Thoughts become clearer and the path that you thought was hidden is somewhat revealed.  It urges you forward and gives you that strength you need. 

Leaving with a bit of the view from “my path.”