Liminality
“The connection you are creating here is like a flower. It requires soil and sun, things that, thanks to God, are given freely. But it is you, all of us, who has to water the flower to make it grow. Without water, all relations remain small.”― Tembi Locke, From Scratch
“Anthropologists have coded liminal spaces as the transition between the before and the after of a defining rite of passage. For the rest of us, it may be defined more simply as living in the ellipsis, the unsettled in between where there are no maps. Liminality is a place where contingencies and counterfactuals haunt every hope. On such a quaking threshold, our illusions of control are shaken loose. Liminality can be a profoundly disempowering place to find one’s self. When fear menaces our hope, when we have no knowledge or control over what happens next, all we have is the now, frame by frame, breath by breath, beat by beat.” – Stephanie Duncan Smith, Even After All
Emergence, growth, flourishing in the waiting and wandering
In the middles
Not quite yets
Hallways
Bridges
Detours
Bypasses
Tunnels
Unknowns
Unfolding and unfurling
The in betweens
To be in these spaces
Walking with joy
Rooting and tending
To love deeply
Right on the ground you stand
Remain ever present to beauty, light, wonder of this day
Frame by frame
Breath by breath
Beat by beat
“Love is perhaps what’s left of us when we are no longer all the things we’d primped and planned.”― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl: A Memoir
