"Leave space for these to be." I had to stop and just read the phrase to myself a few times. I thought about how often I fill the empty space in my life, instead of allowing the space to just exist. I'm stuck in an Ikea of the mind. Before long, my cart is filled with things I could not leave behind. Every corner of my brain is filled with mental doodads I have culled from the bargain bins of life. Some of it is indeed treasure, but most of it needs to be out on the driveway at the next yard sale.
What would happen if I left some room up there? What might I learn or hear or see differently?
The thrill of my find enticed me into looking for more little messages among the clutter. So the hunt began. I sorted through torn sections and cut interesting phrases. I put them together and made bad poems.
I like the way these little messages get my mind going in a new direction. I guess this is just another way to see things in another way - always welcome in my world, where it seems like lately I am tired of everything.
It's time to leave some space for countless hours of delightful.