Negative Space

Moving. Moving. Keeping the pace just frenetic enough to block out conflicting data. Every once in a while, though, an unexpected pause shows up, and, in the negative space, an image takes form. An insight, a perspective, a nuance. The beauty that we normally would have rushed past; the quiet voice typically drowned out by all the noise; the nourishing tidbit that we do not savor because we scarf so much junk.
Since the gift comes from elsewhere, we cannot control it or request it on demand. We can only create space or crowd out the space for it to appear when it will. Moving. Pausing. Moving.