Life in between the clutter and the whitespace…for a writer, whitespace means an empty page, which is only good when you’re ready to begin a new story. For a designer–or a minimalist–whitespace is fresh, clean, restful. For the mother of small children, clutter is chaos and whitespace means a clean and orderly nest. For the mother with an empty nest, whitespace is the reminder that the chicks have learned to fly. To a city dweller, clutter is the sound you hear outside your window.
Life is lived in the spaces between clutter and whitespace. Maya Angelou said, “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” One of my favorite songs “This is the Stuff,” by Carolyn Arends says, “life’s made up of little things, ties that bind and apron strings…” It’s the heartbeat moments that fill our world with love and memories worth holding. Some of those are breathtaking, some are simple apron-string things, but they all create a sort of symphonic clutter in our minds.
I am a writer. It’s taken 57 years for me to be comfortable saying that out loud, much less writing it down. But I love words. I love using them to create dark marks on white paper. I take words and try to capture those chaotic symphonies of the heart and mind and share them with those I love…and even with those I haven’t yet met. I believe it’s in the sharing of these memories–these clutter-filled moments filling the whitespace of our lives–with others that then are born, nurtured, and raised into the best things we have in our lives–relationships. High praise coming from a self-proclaimed introverted hermit.
I’m on a journey to explore life and the process of filling the whitespace with the clutter of life’s words. Join me.