It rained all day yesterday, which was soothing in its own way, but today is going to be sunny and pleasant. We’re dropping my daughter at the airport and I’m taking the kids to the park right after that. Although – as I look out my window, maybe we’re actually not. It looks like more rain is on the way. But we’ll do something, and it will be fine.
This next week is liminal space.
A liminal space is the time between the ‘what was’ and the ‘next.’ It 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.
My daughter is out of town again, and when she comes back, she starts her new full-time job. It’s a wonderful opportunity for her, and the pay is decent, and as of now, we have no idea what her schedule is going to be. We don’t know how fun/rewarding/challenging/miserable it will be at first.
Theoretically, I guess it doesn’t change my life, but it does. There will be some babysitting. There will be so much less financial pressure – I’m already feeling great relief from that. Actually, lots less anxiety overall, even though nothing has changed in my life.
I didn’t realize how much anxiety I was carrying for her. It is nice to let it go and feel myself unfolding. I can sense something new emerging, some rebirth. This is also connected to the Healing Collective Trauma Summit I’ve been watching, and will continue to watch and learn from. Not “learn from” in my head, but in my body and soul.
“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.”
~~ Emily Dickinson