Here’s a line that appeared in my line of sight yesterday, through a restaurant window in Harvard Square (a stop on the Red Line of the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Association, lined up with Harvard University):
In case you’re having trouble reading between those lines, the main line says
Lettuce read beetween the limes
… a line I read as a triple pun. While I enjoy lines with puns, I would draw the line at two.
Nevertheless, I appreciated reading that line yesterday, because I read it as an invitation to pay attention and go deeper, especially if all meanings are not immediately obvious.
Harvard Square is an excellent place to practice reading between the lines, because
- It’s a square, so there are at least four lines,
- Many of the architectural lines have been around for centuries, and
- Many of the lines you hear spoken there are smart, deep, and complicated, so there’s plenty of meaning between the lines, waiting to be read.
Lettuce see if there are any lines in yesterday’s photos we can read beetween.
That’s the first photo I lined up yesterday, while I was walking around with my 17-year-old son, Aaron. I don’t have to read between the lines to know that Aaron prefers me to not snap photos when I’m in his line of sight, but he was okay with my lining up that one. How would you read between the lines there?
At this point, I started reading between the lines without Aaron, who was meeting his long-time friend Cameron for a birthday party between the lines in Harvard Square. How would you read between those lines?
Here are two shots I took through the windows of the Harvard Coop:
Any lines to read between there?
Here are more lines I saw yesterday, ready for reading between:
You might read between the lines of those photos and conclude that I bought a cookie in Harvard Square yesterday. I did not. Instead, I read between the lines of my craving for sweets and came up with a new diet plan. For as long as I can hold the line on this, I shall mindfully indulge only my sense of smell around delicious cookies, candies, and other things that usually are on a direct line between my brain and my tummy.
Reading between the lines of that last paragraph: I want to look great for my high school reunion in September, so I’ll be smelling cookies, not eating them.
Any readings between those lines?
Now I need to read between the musical lines and leave a good enough song between the lines of this post.
Here‘s one of the tunes that a self-loving creature was playing yesterday on the keyboard, between the lines of Harvard Square:
It’s time to finish the lines of this post, so I can read between the lines spoken by people seeking therapy support in my office.
Between-the-lines thanks to my son, to Harvard Square, to Rick James, and to you — of course! — for reading this between other lines you choose, today.