My personal space is cluttered, and not at all what I know it can be. I like simple digs, but light and airy, with lots of uncluttered space.
There's the space between colors, a sort of second sight image that I hold in my head. That the name of Evie's website. I think it's from a poem she wrote, oh so many years ago.
The space around a person, encompassing their aura. Sometimes I can see flashes of these colors around a person, around their hands, or head. It's a gift, I know, and one that I wish I could develop further.
|a friend in the Medicine Wheel. Tai Chi player in the background.|