Life has been in a messy state of flux this year, mainly because of circumstance. We’ve a post-earthquake house build in progress; various photo-projects are incomplete; I’m adjusting to a few health limitations and I’ll be returning overseas soon to spend more time with my ageing parents in South Africa.
Weaved through this has been a desire to make decisions which are more life and planet sustainable; but this requires time and effort.
When I wrote Re-birthing a Garden I knew the view would change but it’s nigh impossible to imagine in advance by how much. The two images in this post seem metaphoric of how my life in general is right now. There’s a before (view from the top garden) and a middle (with framing of house going up) but whatever next? My discovery of the term “liminal space” is both comforting and encouraging. I’m changing too, just not sure where it will lead at the moment.
A liminal space is a place of transition, waiting, and not knowing.
Liminal space is where all transformation takes place, if we learn to wait and let it form us.
