The Space In Between

I called my cousin Anne today with a totally selfish objective. I write for a living every day, but it is about technical writing and advertising copy. This blog…I write as a creative outlet to entertain the people who have volunteered to follow me.  I truly appreciate every reader I have here. I was fishing for topics.

I started the conversation with Anne by saying”I have a favor to ask, but first how are you doing?”. Be careful what you ask for. I have reached a minor writer’s block for topics on this blog and wanted to solicit topics to write about. Anne told me of many things that were going on in her life and as she told the stories I heard the titles to a hundred topics but knew I couldn’t write about any of them because it would violate her privacy…and well, I have to wait a respectable amount of mourning time to describe the story involving “Of Mice and Men”, a rabbit named “Phoenix” and a nephew we will refer to as “Lenny”.

And so we come to the space in between. The space between what we believe in, and what we believe. We believe in God, but we believe he/she has a sense of humor…thus the platypus, hiccups and ear hair. We believe in government, and yet we believe that elections will provide sound minds and stability. The point being that what we believe in is serious, but we will believe most anything. Faithful, but gullible.

Therein lies the humor of daily life. The contrast between holding our faith and holding our tongue. If anyone is struck down suddenly by an oncoming bus it is tragic…if that same person were say…struck down suddenly by a manure spreader…well sorry, but if you read this and you don’t come up with at least 3 one-liners for that…you’re, you're…well it’s funny!

Life is light and dark, and so is humor. The space in between means turning the darkest side into a lighter view of anything and you will be inspired. Let me put it this way…If you have never laughed at a funeral…you were the guest of honor! Embrace darkness...live for the light.

I’m just saying.


6 comments:

Annie (Lady M) x said...

That is so true about humour. When I go, I want to be knocked down by a pram, for exactly the same reason!

Anonymous said...

Loved it!

Mary K Weinhagen said...

And what you're just saying makes such sense. ;-)

Finding life quite hilarious I'm always amazed (and bewildered) when I find myself at a loss for blog topics... which happens with surprising frequency. Such a comfort to know that others experience the same.

Now why it's such a comfort to know that virtual strangers share my dilemma is a bit of a head-shaker to me... guess it's part of the space in between. :-)

Thanks!!!
--Mary K

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If I had a blog... said...

Welcome Mary!
Thanks for stopping by and perhaps we can start a support group for well meaning, topic-void bloggers :)

Widow_Lady302 said...

I plan on having theepitaph "She died liked she lived, stupidly" I think it works if I get knocked down by a poo spreader.

Suzi Miely said...

Hmmm, new writing material. Here’s one for you…current vocabulary. Is it English? Where did this come from? And shouldn’t there be an age limit on this new vocabulary. There is just something wrong when a 65 year old man states, “a friend of mine had her car jacked today”. Or, “have you heard about the latest heBay/sheBay singles web site”…that one took me a minute :-) It seems like everyone wants to coin a phrase. Who thinks these words up?

There’s a topic for you :-)
Toodles,
Suzi

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