White Spaces

The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.        

~ Mark Twain

The other day I sat with two girlfriends over a cup of coffee. We laughed, talked about the books we’re reading, and the questions we’re asking about life. It was a decadent morning where we savored the sunshine and each other. I left feeling refreshed, but by afternoon, I was unaccountably tethered with feelings of laziness. The laundry wasn’t done, dinner wasn’t prepped, and a river of school paraphernalia led from back door to living room.

We unarguably live in a society that values production, where time-outs are punishment and a pause is rather useless.

The exceptions to our culture of productivity and efficiency are, perhaps, the arts.  I’m a someone that dabbles in a variety of artistic ventures. I have actively played music since Kindergarten. I love painting with my daughter, and carving wood with my mom. On top of it all, editing and writing a well-turned phrase is how I make my living.

In general, the arts have many similarities, but one thing critical to each and every one is the intrinsic importance of the white spaces, the rests, the gaps. Even the Psalms get into the act with the musical term Selah—a command to pause.

Imagine a symphony where every instrument played at once…the entire time. Or an art gallery wall splashed with so much color the art was lost in the chaos. Or a book printed with overlapping words. It’d be a meaningless tangle.

Needless to say I’m aware of, acknowledge, and respect a well-timed white space. They’re the lifeblood of humanity in general, and me in specific. And I try to practice rest often—sneaking time in the early mornings or snatching a moment while hiding in the bathroom. But there has always, always been a never-ending litany of necessity that makes it impossible to jettison the gut-tying guilt associated with rest.

Until recently.

The other day I ran across a part of the definition of Selah that I’ve never noticed before: think about it.

Pause and think about it.

There’s an active element. A choice to process. Suddenly the pause, the delicious afternoon reading or baking or biking or chatting or whatever floats your boat, becomes a pivot point.

One moment we’re focused on the chaos of life, drowning in the currents, and then Selah. We’re turned around, released from our worries, and aimed at goodness and beauty.

Slowly, as I entered these places where the divine crosses into my mundane, I began to see that my silence and pause signals reverence and awe. It isn’t simply another thing to do, it’s a quietness that shows respect. Not only for the God of the Psalmist, but for myself.

The world can certainly move without me, but I’m becoming to realize that I don’t move effectively without pause. That my words, my movements are defined, crystallized, and understood in the white spaces.

While it often doesn’t look pretty or even the same for all of us, Selah is making its way into our house and making a difference. That isn’t to say that we’re merrily floating through life with nary a storm, but somehow we’re finding strength, reassurance, and, ultimately, uncovering guilt-free direction.

Janyre Tromp
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12 thoughts on “White Spaces

    • Thank you, Debby. Good to meet another “dabbler”…at least we never get bored. Right?

  1. I love this reminder to rest in the white spaces. Clyfford Still uses bare canvas as an integral part of his process. Next time I’m at his museum, I’m going to think of those spaces as selah. Thank you!

    • My pleasure…and I love how all the art forms impact one another. I’m glad that you’ll carry my little thoughts with you into an art museum.

  2. It’s ironic that I am reading this beautiful post today while on vacation (and in the quiet of the morn while my family is still asleep). But even when not on vacation, I have been making a conscious effort to take those pauses when I can to help bring more balance to a very busy and sometimes noisy life.

    • Taking the relaxation of vacation back home is SO very hard to do. Praying that your able to find little ways to make Selah possible in your everyday life.

  3. It makes me happy to see you posting here, Janyre. I love this take on white space–finding that margin for myself has been so transformative.

    • Thanks, Heather. It’s great to be here. It was so freeing for me to realize that the command to pause isn’t a set of rules. I love that it involves having fun with God…and I’m so excited that you’ve discovered that for yourself as well.

  4. Janyre, I love how you led to the idea of overload my utilizing our senses-auditory, visual, cognitive…”We unarguably live in a society that values production, where time-outs are punishment and a pause is rather useless.” Profound observation. Thank you also lifting up the word “Selah.” I’ll admit I have never sought it’s definition. Affirming to know that “pause” is woven into the Psalms. White Space is holy.

  5. Exhaling. Such freedom in place of guilt. Really needed this. Janyre, I always look forward to reading your writing. You’re kinda amazing.

  6. This is beautiful, Janyre, and it so very much resonates with me. I named our little cabin by the pond “Selah” and it is where I go to pause and reflect, because too often if I try to do it in my house, I get distracted by everything else that remains undone. You’ve offered a clearer understanding of our need for white space, and for that I am grateful.

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