I wrote this some time ago....but it's worth reading now:
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When you're given the topic "Imagine" to write about the first thing people of a certain generation will think about is the John Lennon song. Then you try to look up the lyrics and find it's filed under "Oldies". You're under 30, you say? What's that, sonny? Speak up, I can't hear you! This is boring? Well, then, whippersnapper, I guess you need to mosey on to one of those pages that's done with a black background and incredibly small white type and cryptic comments and lots of animated things and requires me to download special plug-ins. What you got here, see, is a middle-ager's blog. A grumpy middle-aged woman's blog. Ouch.
Take a DCB, Dixie (DCB = Deep Cleansing Breath). DCB, DCB, DCB. Ah, that's better.
Okay. Life doesn't always allow us to imagine. Sometimes we're dealing with things like paying bills, laundry, getting birth certificates to prove we're alive, getting a new (older) picture taken for that thing that allows us to drive cars. Or the fact that an apartment building is being proposed for the property that's adjacent to your back yard. Or t's 28 below 0 with the wind chill and your brain is frozen. Right now I can't even imagine there's such a thing as summer!
Imagining takes time and "white space" in your life. There is a great book out there called "Margins" about creating "white space" in your life - like a margin on a page. Creating is like that. You have to create space to imagine.
Right now I am remembering (and imagining) a time when I lay in the hammock in my backyard, watched the birds and heard God whisper, "If I care for the birds of the air, how much more will I care for you?"
The logo above is an actual picture of me when I was a baby. When I made it I was thinking about when we're fresh and clean and everything in the world is a discovery. Back then, all I knew was "white space". But it's still there. The white space, I mean. God gives us white space every day. It's sacred. We can be "Keepers of the White Space" or not. We have a choice.
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