Liminal
Liminal spaces
are uncomfortable
Full of questions and uncertainty
confusion and despair are common
pain, suffering, and grief
often lead us here
and may linger a while with us
AND
are transformative
Full of surrender and mystery
letting go invites a release
hope, peace, and trust
meet us here
and give us just what we need
are places
I am discovering myself
reality and mystery
with a depth and beauty
that I keep returning
removing a pair of headphones
knuckles on a door knocker
the corner an eye can’t reach
hands risen for applause
a writer’s desk
ellipse personified
the gold on the edge of sunset clouds
the pause between the mockingbird’s songs
the shift in the air before the tornado sirens go off
the last day of Lent and the first day of May
— — —
I like life to be one thing or the other
not the uncomfortable in-between
“Tell me your name!” I’m forever saying.
“Let me put you in a box!”
Can you feel the
excitement
nervous tension
filled with
pregnant possibility
not knowing fully
what's next
this
is time
and
place
between
being a
child
and an
adult
maybe between
slavery
promised land
there are so many
liminal
opportunities
for
Growth
Transformation
Self-exploration
launching pads
into
new experiences
or
chapters
that
energy
we feel
is
GRACE
vibrating
abundantly
I live my life in
the liminal. I'm always
in the in-between.
The space between sleeping and waking
I wish I could remember
That shimmer
That presence
You’re here
It’s like the Matrix, only good
It’s where creativity is born
It’s where dreams are given
It’s where love lives
Thank you!!!
Crossing through the threshold to something new,
but not yet clear how or what or why,
I lie in my bed at night in anxious fear
but then rise in the morning full of hope.
What is next? Have I made a mistake leaving
the past behind.
I don't think so, because on the horizon there is a shimmer,
and because I feel something warm in my chest,
And I hear birds singing.
Longing
In-between
Momentary
Intangible
Near
Ambiguous
In the film ‘Spirited Away’ by Hayao Miyazaki
At dusk
The invisible liminal becomes seen
Spirits fade-in
Humans fade-out
Chihiro lives in one world
Kohaku lives in the other
Both seek a form of escape and rescue
Those whom they love
I wish I lived in a Ghibli film
Latin root,
so says the google.
3 yrs of ancient Mrs Phillips and her 12" whacker ruler yielding only
'agricola, -ae, -orum'.
BUT.
all is not lost.
if i add a 'sub-' in front,
I thirst a budwieser.
Something I know much better.
So, I sip the king of bottled beers and wish you godspeed.
from here to there, fellow wordsmiths.
thank you Mrs. Phillips.
You say "liminal" and my body remembers
high desert: light thin and bright,
the arid, clear wind
making space for pale sunsets,
scattering creosote and juniper smells,
not developed, but a place I can walk
into and through.
Like these months between the before-
and (still to come) after-times:
defined in some ways by its lack--
your only water is the water you carry--
and by its potential beauty,
a place for yourself and your loved ones
to sit under brilliant stars
and wonder what it will be like
to come home after this.
A breath
away
from
feeling
more
of
the
mystery
God.
Creator.
Providing another torn veil.
I first learned of the liminal
crossing over into the magic of poetry
A lesson from the word weaver
and blesser of all things.
-
I stood at the liminal
On the edge of the shore moments
Crashing over my toes
Buried in the sand.
I look for the liminal
Everywhere I walk and sing
Slowing learning that Light
Even unseen
Shines..
The space between
The space to
Pause
Breathe
Look back
Remember
Celebrate
Look forward
Dream
Wonder
Hope
and get ready…
The for liminality
In which we will find ourselves
Tomorrow.
Liminal spaces
are uncomfortable
Full of questions and uncertainty
confusion and despair are common
pain, suffering, and grief
often lead us here
and may linger a while with us
AND
Liminal spaces
are transformative
Full of surrender and mystery
letting go invites a release
hope, peace, and trust
meet us here
and give us just what we need
Liminal spaces
are places
I am discovering myself
reality and mystery
with a depth and beauty
that I keep returning
removing a pair of headphones
knuckles on a door knocker
the corner an eye can’t reach
hands risen for applause
a writer’s desk
ellipse personified
the gold on the edge of sunset clouds
the pause between the mockingbird’s songs
the shift in the air before the tornado sirens go off
the last day of Lent and the first day of May
— — —
I like life to be one thing or the other
not the uncomfortable in-between
“Tell me your name!” I’m forever saying.
“Let me put you in a box!”
Can you feel the
excitement
nervous tension
filled with
pregnant possibility
not knowing fully
what's next
this
is time
and
place
between
being a
child
and an
adult
maybe between
slavery
and
promised land
there are so many
liminal
opportunities
for
Growth
Transformation
Self-exploration
launching pads
into
new experiences
or
chapters
that
energy
we feel
is
GRACE
vibrating
abundantly
I live my life in
the liminal. I'm always
in the in-between.
Liminal
The space between sleeping and waking
I wish I could remember
That shimmer
That presence
You’re here
It’s like the Matrix, only good
It’s where creativity is born
It’s where dreams are given
It’s where love lives
Thank you!!!
Crossing through the threshold to something new,
but not yet clear how or what or why,
I lie in my bed at night in anxious fear
but then rise in the morning full of hope.
What is next? Have I made a mistake leaving
the past behind.
I don't think so, because on the horizon there is a shimmer,
and because I feel something warm in my chest,
And I hear birds singing.
Longing
In-between
Momentary
Intangible
Near
Ambiguous
Liminal
Liminal
In the film ‘Spirited Away’ by Hayao Miyazaki
At dusk
The invisible liminal becomes seen
Spirits fade-in
Humans fade-out
Chihiro lives in one world
Kohaku lives in the other
Both seek a form of escape and rescue
Those whom they love
I wish I lived in a Ghibli film
Latin root,
so says the google.
3 yrs of ancient Mrs Phillips and her 12" whacker ruler yielding only
'agricola, -ae, -orum'.
BUT.
all is not lost.
if i add a 'sub-' in front,
I thirst a budwieser.
Something I know much better.
So, I sip the king of bottled beers and wish you godspeed.
from here to there, fellow wordsmiths.
thank you Mrs. Phillips.
You say "liminal" and my body remembers
high desert: light thin and bright,
the arid, clear wind
making space for pale sunsets,
scattering creosote and juniper smells,
not developed, but a place I can walk
into and through.
Like these months between the before-
and (still to come) after-times:
defined in some ways by its lack--
your only water is the water you carry--
and by its potential beauty,
a place for yourself and your loved ones
to sit under brilliant stars
and wonder what it will be like
to come home after this.
A breath
away
from
feeling
more
of
the
mystery
of
God.
Creator.
Providing another torn veil.
I first learned of the liminal
crossing over into the magic of poetry
A lesson from the word weaver
and blesser of all things.
-
I stood at the liminal
On the edge of the shore moments
Crashing over my toes
Buried in the sand.
-
I look for the liminal
Everywhere I walk and sing
Slowing learning that Light
Even unseen
Shines..
Liminal
The space between
The space to
Pause
Breathe
Look back
Remember
Celebrate
Pause
Breathe
Look forward
Dream
Wonder
Hope
and get ready…
The for liminality
In which we will find ourselves
Tomorrow.