White Space. It’s a phrase I heard from a friend who spent this past fall chasing after it. Or maybe chasing is the wrong word, because it flies right in the face of the “white space” concept. Because what white space speaks into our lives is a place to just rest in the in between. I suppose it would be more accurate to say she was choosing to cherish the white space. It isn’t a concept unique to her and I’m positive I’m late to the party (as always), but  ...