Is anyone else having a hard time naming this space that we are in right now? We’re a month into 2021, and it’s pretty clear that 2020 wasn’t the problem. We’re 11 days into a new presidency, and while we can all take a collective deep breath now, our deep wounds remain unhealed. As the pandemic drags on towards the one year mark, we have vaccines, but I’m still having a little trouble seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.
Liminal is defined as “of, relating to, or being an intermediate state, phase, or condition”. Liminal space is said to have the quality of ambiguity or disorientation that occurs during a transition. The latin root of liminal – limen – means threshold. Birthdays, graduations, marriages, death, all familiar thresholds. They are new beginnings, bridges, experiences in which we, sometimes quite literally, cross from one place in our lives to another.
So here we are, standing on the bridge, and we can’t quite see the other side. As we stand on this threshold, there are things we are leaving behind, some by choice, some painfully torn away from us. We also have some choice about what we want to carry to the other side with us.
So tell us, what are you leaving behind? What are you carrying with you that you hope will serve you on the other side? What questions are you struggling with in this liminal space?