In between



Meaning is not in things, but in between them.
-Norman O. Brown

I did some spring/summer cleaning this week.
For whatever reason, I get the urge to vacuum around the time of my son's birthday. I guess the memory of his birth nudges me to evacuate the dust and the popcorn kernels and start fresh.
As the floor became visible again and counter tops and corners were emptied, it was the space between things that spurred me on.  Walking around unobstructed, without bumping into bags of clothes destined for the charity shop or piles of art work, feels like walking on a wide open terrain full of potential. Even the molecules of air between objects has been refreshed. The time I will save not looking for car keys and permission slips I can reinvest in  something different, something fun, something I have not thought of ...yet.

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