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
My studio attached to our converted barn has two skylights. Today as I was part of a Creative Tribe on Zoom, my husband climbed up on our roof and cleared a foot of snow off my art studio skylights. I realized how as a couple we try to clear off our emotional sky lights each day during a 100 year pandemic and a Congress that was stormed by a mob! We need clarity and truth shining through to us each and every day as we await our vaccine shots. BTW my husband and I mark forty years together this coming Summer.
February 7, 2021