I’m in search of a new “Third Space.” My old one closed down. It was where I could go and sip coffee, get some work done or just think. Since my third space closed it’s doors i’ve been a bit lost. I’ve tried a few others (like Panera and Starbucks) and, while they’re adequate, they just don’t feel right.
A third space is a wood shed.
The place where you go to practice and work on your riffs. A place where you can fail in private so you can succeed in public. Time in the woodshed is essential to composing a jazz-shaped faith. (I write about this more in my book
There’s a beautiful, secluded Catholic church not far from my house that I’m dreaming about. They leave the door unlocked during the day, so I go there often to pray. Lately I’ve been wondering if they would allow me to hang out there more. There’s a bell tower and, while I’ve never been up there, I’m dreaming that it contains a small little closet space that is just big enough for a table, chair and lamp–it feels right. I called them yesterday and left a message. I’m praying that they can help me with my need for a Third Space.
Join the groove: Where’s your Third Space? What makes it feel right?