I felt it this Saturday, as I sat in the living room drawing for the first time in a long time. I felt the space in between. In between the work and the chores, the negative space, the stopping. I forgot what it felt like to sit, without doing or thinking about what needed to be done next, filling in every space of every moment. To never stop doing.
Jon’s daughter Emma and her husband Jay came for a visit and because they were here, it broke the routine I got into over the past month or so. It’s not like going away and breaking the routine. I stopped doing, in my own home, which reminded me what it was like and how I missed it.
That space is where the unknown happens. Where something other than ourselves is allowed to come in. It’s important, it’s necessary to creativity and a good life.