Two things I’ve read this week have been sticking with me.
Advice from Dear Sugar: One of the basic principles of every single art form has to do not with what’s there—the music, the words, the movement, the dialogue, the paint—but with what isn’t. In the visual arts it’s called the negative space—the blank parts around and between objects, which is, of course, every bit as crucial as the objects themselves. The negative space allows us to see the non-negative space in all its glory and gloom, its color and mystery and light. What isn’t there gives what’s there meaning. Imagine that.
From my horoscope this week: In order to win full possession of the many blessings that will be offering themselves to you, you will have to give up your solid footing and dive into the depths over and over again.
I think that diving into the depths has something to do with holding space for negative space, which may be hard to explain. Except to say that I am having huge feelings and something amazing and gigantic seems to be happening and it’s challenging to hold onto myself and to hold onto the amazing and enormous thing loose enough to see all its mystery and light, and at the same time hold onto it with the kind of care and intention (and a bunch of other things that are just too personal to post here to) to nurture it along. But I think that’s the trick so to speak, the holding it. And probably the fumbling too, which is inevitable because I am imperfect, as in super human (but not super power human). The thing is solid footing has been a slippery slope for a while now. And I’ve been managing to be ok with stepping off and feeling vulnerable by thinking of riding the tram or thinking of flying and by reminding myself that life is short.
Alright. I think I’ll end this with a George Saunders quote: Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.