Lost In Space. This summer, i submitted and allowed the great Canadian space to swallow me, disappear me, make me no one, nobody, nothing. I moved to a new town, a new space and with it a new community. I was offered a space there to make my own. I fixed this. Added this. Moved this. Then there was a moment I missed old space, a familiar face, another pace. I got into my car and drove, and alone there, I was my own old space, my own familiar face, my own private pace. and I felt owned, belonged, at home. Me and my best friend - me. That’s a great thing but I dont want to be alone in my car. Not all the time. So. The space inside my heart for my loves must grow with the space for them outside it. In tandem, I remind myself to claim space from them too. Gently. Fairly. Give and take-ly. And with space-maker-sharer-partners who are all that, it’s a beautiful and fulfilling exercise. In the words of Stephen Schwatz - Rivers belong where they can ramble. Eagles belong where they can fly. I’ve got to be where my spirit can run free. Got to find my corner of the sky - and I’m finding it. One-step-by-one-step-ly. Bit-by-bit-ly. i think we are all always a little lost in space. and finding our piece of sky. But my current corner is soft, soothing, steady, surprising and sympathetic. i scramble a little, but I am not alone. And that’s huge. Fall is around the corner. I’m warming up and ready for the season to change.