Salt and Pepper. Day and Night. In and Out. Dogs and Cats. Forks, Knives and Spoons. Combos. Putting things together. Making indivual things better together with other individual things. Somethings stand on their own just fine. Sure they do. I can think of several right off the bat.
Well, actually I can't right now. A pair of socks. Spic and Span. Meat and Potatoes.
It seems that balance comes when things are not alone. Not that being alone is a bad thing. In fact, time alone is often necessary to refuel and regroup. But there is much to be said for multiples of two, three or more. Comfort, support, sharing. Combos are good. Combining things makes unique things into something more than they were while not necessarily losing their individual nature.
This started when I thought "how do I catch up quick. Combining the two days! And so here it is, the combination. Days Twenty-Five and Twenty-Six. Grateful for combos. Not, I'm really grateful for the fact that even when I am short on time, energy and/or inspiration, I can still dredge up some creative way of expressing gratitude for the whole enchilada called life.
Rob McMurray, self described muser extraodinaire.