There is a lot of talk about physical spaces. 

Tiny homes are all the rage. Large opulent homes are used by those with means. A man (or woman)’s home is his/her castle. 

Writers swap stories about their writing environment. This one requires silence, that one soft music, yet another works in the cacophony of a coffee shop. 

We talk about our personal space. That three foot or so bubble around ourselves that we consider to be part of our being. An area that only welcomes a trusted one.

People frequently say they need space. Do they understand what they are asking for? I don’t think it is the physical space or environment or even to push people out of their three foot barrier.

It is emotional space. 

A time to think your own thoughts without interruption. Allowing your mind to wander across vast fields of knowledge. Bringing to the forefront those emotions and bits of information that need to be examined first in the safety of our own internal world. 

A place in our soul to step aside from outside concerns and be at home with ourselves. No pressure to be anything except our own true self. 

This emotional space is where my creative self explores my inner world. I make connections between random ideas and re-orient myself to the core of me. 

After a brief foray into this psychic space, I am ready to face the onslaught of the external again. 

Take time to explore your inner world.