Space. Somewhere between right and wrong. Somewhere between what you thought you knew and the truth. There always seems to be space, or a breath, a whisper, a blink. There is always this place where life really lives.
There’s space between words..”I love you.” “I love you too.” Or space between “How are you?” and “fine.” Sometimes there are so many words within that space just begging to come out, but not knowing how.
When my grandson was born I noticed a new space. The space between his nose and lips… that tender dip and the space on the back of his neck where the sweet spot is. That miracle of life space, that we all start out with, but sometimes forget we have.
I love the space my husband and I share when one of our girls is telling a story and we glance across the room at each other and smile or laugh. That space within the glance that says, ‘I’m happy’ or ‘We are so blessed’. I can also dread space. The space between life and death…the minutes or days of slowing breath and closed eyes. The space between a relationship ending or beginning.
The space between love and hate; happiness and despair…it’s such a fine line, a space of time. A thought or prayer or beat of your heart. There’s space between being…space between lovers who are breathing the same breath. Or the lonely space when love has gone away.
Ever hear that phrase, “I need my space?” I believe we all do…we need our space. Space brings us near…it pushes us away…it is the creator of life full circle. It is a good thing, this space thing.