These past few days I’ve been creating space or rather, shifting objects from one place to another. Making space for me, whilst shrinking capacity for someone else. The bins and the charity shop shelves have less wriggle-room now.
The whole process has got me wondering how big a space has to be before we discount it as something that has storage potential. Find yourself high on a hilltop as we did mid-week, and the expanse immediately becomes freedom. Lie on your back, gaze up at the heavens, and let your own insignificance do the talking.
‘Filling in’ has become second nature to us. Many get anxious about allowing even small amounts of time pass in a state of emptiness. The spaces between tick and tock are eagerly filled, each breath is burdened with a message and pauses are packed tight with anticipation.
When we close our eyes at the day’s end, we depart for a land where slowly discharged dreams fill our sleep. Even those who arrive with one foot stuck firmly in their working day, will eventually rest in a place filled with counted sheep.