Weekword=Space by Emma

I am pretty enamored with the word for this week, but having a really hard time settling my head over all the ways I'd like to talk about this. I'm actually caught up so much in how and what to really delve into, that I feel like I have to leave it alone for one more night given my close emotion level to one of these little mindwalks I've been having regarding Space. So if you all will forgive me for one more day, I'll get this post finished tomorrow and be back to talk all about it and to share the next weekword because I got tagged as the "it" girl! So please please do come back tomorrow and have a wonderful end to your weekend all.

Here is a little preview of what's on my Space mindwalk:

Everything is made up of mostly empty space.

This is a wonderful series from PBS called Fabric of the Cosmos- well worth watching. It's a full episode, so you might not have time right now, but it's all about our wonderful word from Emma.

My husband is a complete believer in alien life having traveled to Earth, and occasionally posits me with questions about what I believe and why. I've found that my viewpoint of whether there is life out there that is; humanoid, capable of advanced technology beyond our understanding, and interested in us enough to have sightings and crashes that the government conceals, is really up in the air. In general, I tend to not even thinking about it to be perfectly honest, but I love that my husband is so curious, and always pushes me to question the things I take for granted.

So our neighbor's house may be going up for auction on the 29th of this month because they have been in the middle of a loan modification request that hasn't gone well. It makes me so incredibly sad to see them potentially losing their home, their personal space, and so angry that I can't do anything about it. It feels like there should be someone I can call and try to talk some sense into about this-they don't deserve to lose their home. But that's really the problem isn't it? People all over this country have been losing their homes in the last few years while banks are making record-breaking profits. Record. Breaking. Profits. On the backs of the working citizens. Out of the heartache and personal struggles of the average American, executives are making 8 figure bonuses. The  inequity makes me feel nauseous. This was the hardest part of this last week's word for me to spit out, and why I was even later than usual. It's been terrible for me to write this because like I've said in the past, I tend to believe that if I write it, it will be true. I don't want this to be true so much so that I've found myself praying in my head to the Universe, to some sort of external Being or Presence that I don't even really believe in-hoping against hope that there is still time to change their Fate.

To go back to what I adored about Emma's post though is that I really enjoy taking a peek at other people's creative spaces-I find them so inspirational. So I thought I'd post a little picture of my space, well at least what it used to look like before I trashed it trying to finish a few gifts before my last trip to Tennessee. Tennessee pictures will have to be a another good post for later :)