I like the word liminal. It's from the Latin word limen, threshold, and it means the ambiguous zone between two states of being. I like the way the word sounds, and I also find it describes situations I often find myself in. The beach is liminal, with tidepools that are sometimes wet, sometimes dry. Fog on the mountain is liminal. Airports are liminal. Some life phases are liminal. Adolescence is liminal. We are experiencing a liminal phase now, with the pandemic receding and our post-pandemic lives forming. Transitions are exciting for some people. I don't always enjoy being in a liminal place. Uncertainties unnerve me. But it's sure not boring.
July 19, 2021
We left NM for the first time. Went to CO, UT, and AZ on a camping trip. It was so weird to be in buildings with other people NOT wearing masks. Especially when I saw parents and kids not wearing masks. I was confused and outraged at the same time. Why wouldn't you want to protect yourselves and your kids? What if your kids become permanently sick from this? and How could you? Don't you know this is serious?
May 12, 2021