Lately I have been oddly intrigued by the idea of liminal space.
Liminal space is a place where boundaries dissolve and we stand on a threshold, getting ourselves ready to move across the limits of what we were into what we are to becoming.
It seems like there should be a finite moment between here and there.
But it is quite impossible to pin down. With no clear beginning. And with no clear end.
Sometimes I lay in bed and try to decipher when the threshold first appeared. Was it when life in Nashville began to get alarmingly comfortable? Was it my first trip out to California when God began planting seeds of friendship? Was it the conversations at Q that made me start questioning my purpose and His plan? Was it the coaching group that forced me week-after-week to revisit my restlessness? Or was it this summer when I decided to pack up and head to California to work with Project 7? When exactly did I start transitioning?
And sometimes I lay in bed and try to decipher when the threshold will be crossed, when I will have “arrived.” Because although I am physically here, I still can’t begin fathom who I will become, or what life might look like, in this next chapter.
Yet these questions are futile.
Surely I will slip across this threshold one day. Just as surely as another threshold will appear.
“We do not think ourselves into new ways of living, we live ourselves into new ways of thinking.” ― Richard Rohr
Are you in a period of transition? Can you pin down when it began or when it might end?