Liminal Space

Photo by Sylvain Mauroux on Unsplash

I’ve heard of a Space called

Liminal,

between what was

and what will be.

Filled with

Waiting,

Anticipating,

Hoping,

Wondering...

a Threshold of sorts.

I envision a cold, wide doorway of ancient stone

leading one way to the Sanctuary;

the other way, Outside.

I imagine myself there

doing all the things one does in

Liminal Space:

Thinking, mostly.

And that got me to thinking...

What if all of life is

Liminal Space,

and we are waiting in the

Threshold

between what was and what will be?

Would that change the way we posture ourselves

in this cold, wide doorway of ancient stone?

Perhaps it depends on the

What will be part, because

Hope is everything.

Or is it

Contentment?

Is it all about

Resting

in the Threshold

of the cold, wide doorway of ancient stone?

Change is constant.

Nothing is permanent.

Everything has an end but

Time...

which leads to this Space called

Liminal.

If you need me, that’s where I’ll be.

~em