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
Covid shrunk my world. Without my dogs, I would’ve been desolate. I spend more time at home on my own than I did before the pandemic. The dogs keep me company, following me from room to room to beg for treats while I cook or sleep at my feet while I read. They get me out of the house and on the sidewalks where I regularly chat with neighbors also walking their dogs.
August 17, 2022