In our world--in our time--the only sacred left is the ordinary. The sacred times of life happen in ordinary, unexpected moments in which instead of dissappointed, betrayed, hurt; something unexpected happens--something that takes your breath away.

The Space BetweenThe tears we cryIs the laughter keeps us coming back for moreThe Space BetweenThe wicked lies we tellAnd hope to keep safe from the pain

If you are lucky enough, there will be a moment, or even just a second in which you are left speechless. When the expected turn of events is reversed and on the horizon comes joy, or comfort or closeness. In a world in which community is sipped over a cup of hyper-text, in which our identities are constituted by the flickering images of the screen in front of us and our value is reduced to marketability.

The Space BetweenWhere you're smiling high is where you'll find me if I get to go

It is those moments--filled with inexpressible grief or transcendent joy--which fill the space. The space between you and yourself. The space is mundane, even profane, but here that the sacred happens. Unexpected closeness, kindness received, community formed. And, in those moments--we realize that breathing is worth it. That, the nihilism of the age is overwhelming but not conquering. In the sacred moments, the mundane and the profane are transformed in a way that they 'serve the cause of life.'

The Space BetweenThe bullets in our firefight is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you. The rain that falls, Splash in your heart Ran like sadness down the window into...The Space Between Our wicked lies Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

Sacred moments aren't a given. We can't take them for granted. You can't expect the unexpected. But, when it comes--when it appears--step outside of the space, let it be filled and thank the universe for the chance to continue to hope.

I love living.

Keep it real,