“Music is the space between the notes” – Claude Debussy
I am often set of on a journey of thought by a few words or a phrase and the words above set me off today.
It isn’t just music that is the space between the notes… but life itself… We spend our days (indeed some of us our lives) doing the things we need to do. We make dinner, take out the trash, tweet excessively (that one might just be me) and do a thousand other things… and then life reminds you that those things really aren’t very important at all, life often does this by dropping a bomb into the middle of your everyday existence that shocks you into a different state where mundane matters don’t …. well …. matter. No I have had no big bomb today.. but several people I know have and it made me think. It didn’t make me think I should just chuck it all and run off and live on a beach in Bora-Bora. It did make me think about life and the “everyday-ness” of it all.. and then I realized a truth (well a truth for me anyway) That life isn’t the trips and vacations and events we plan, but those spaces in between, where if we just paused for a moment and thought about what we were doing right then and there, and the reasons why we do those things… we might find life, the kind of life that makes all the small thing we do relevant and meaningful. The kind of life that makes every small gesture a big gesture because it is meaningful to those who need it most. It also helps explain why I tend to spend most of my time so damn happy… I am in a place where I feel that happiness all of the time, while I am doing some of the things that others would gladly abdicate from.
So I will end this little glimpse into the dark recesses of my feeble and declining mind with a quick note to someone who helped me find this place… Yes my love… it is you. You inspire me to understand where happiness is found and how it is in all parts of every single thing that we do with and for each other… and those around us. I am truly grateful for all of the experiences we have had and will have…and all the spaces between that are filled with love and life.
P.S. I almost forgot to end this with a quote that perfectly illustrates the short piece above
“There is no parking in the white zone… the white zone is for loading and unloading of passengers only”
(Ok … so maybe I need to see a Dr. about this problem of mine ;-)