i found myself intrigued with the idea of empty spaces. the holes in my shirts, the way floss slides between my teeth, wide fields that don't really ever start or stop. These empty spaces i can see and they're real and they're fillable, but i like them empty. Sometimes i feel the spaces inside me, between me, and around me. the silent gaps, the vibrational pull between our bodies, having nothing to say. first i tried to fill them then i tried to love them then i tried to leave them. But all plans failed and here i am using my sewing machine on invisible projects and embroidering "progress" on all my clothes.
today i have no assigned tasks, no obligations, no bosses. today i am going to fill the spaces with creativity and check marks. i guess all this really is, is a simple reminder to myself, and to you too of course, that when we feel the empty spaces exapanding to remember that we all are filled with beauty. and to start letting it out.
