Life has been full lately. “Full” means busy, but being a California transplant from the Northeast, I despise the word busy, so I say full instead. It is full to the seams, bursting even. It can be frustrating, the finite container of a day filled. Despite pressing on every seam you cannot find a space where there is any give. As someone who deeply loves space, the big California blue sky, finding a deeper inhale, being the first one awake with an infinite day stretching before you, this is not my natural habitat, full. My natural habitat is space.
I went out one morning recently. I noticed the warm and sunny January air, the sky, the cars driving by. The soft music playing at the coffee shop, the scrape of the chair, the green of my matcha latte, the way green things find a way to sprout anywhere in Los Angeles, even amongst concrete. I noticed the people and the dogs accompanying them and the sun on their soft faces. After weeks of life being filled to the brim, I was delighted to find so much space in an ordinary moment.
Space can exist in fullness, I am learning. If you have only five minutes to find space, you will find it. For those of us who create, what a remembering.
