Liminal Space

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an ax to the prison wall.
Escape. Walk out like someone
suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You´re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die, and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest
sign that you’ve died.

Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon comes out now.             ~ Rumi

Between me, and the me-to-be, lies liminal space.  Spirit’s cauldron; the void of unknowing in which spiritual growth and transformation takes place.  It is the space in which I say yes to the longing I cannot name. To enter is to follow the scent of mystery.

The natural order of things is to change and grow.  A snake knows when to shed its skin, a hermit crab moves to larger accommodations without hesitation. Caterpillars do not debate whether or not to transform; they simply follow their divine blueprint.  Every creature in the the natural world instinctively knows its blueprint and simply moves itself along.

Nearly every transformative stage of my life has been a painful process  of realizing something isn’t working, dragging my feet until I am ready to do something about it, and then struggling to figure out how to manage the whole process.  How often have I dreaded making change only to get to the other side saying, “Why didn’t I do that a long time ago?”

There have also been times when transformation sought and found me.  A broken heart, divorce, addiction, dark nights of the soul, a  loosening of screws that tethered me to reality.  I keep the ticket stubs of these events in my memory box; reminders that I have entered liminal space in terror and exited with gratitude.

In liminal space, I have learned to get quiet and be still; to open myself to the void, the now, the nothingness.  In the darkness of unknowing, I am draw closer to the draftsman of my blueprint; the maker who dreamed me into being and longs for me to find as much as I long to be found.

With each “yes” I say in response to the divine call for transformation, I have learned to trust that whatever I am seeking is also seeking me and that I am actually responding to the call of what is already forming for me in the next liminal space.

Photographs and Zentangle artwork by Janice Olson