Nobody puts baby in the corner!

Liminality is everywhere, the liminoid, by definition, connotes that significant shifts are afoot.

It's provocative to me and intriguing this Equation.

On the left-hand side holding what was and no longer will be and on the right-hand side holding the ever-emerging unknown.

We grasp at the space between here and there.

This liminal space is neither good nor bad, neither light nor shadow.

It's the space between two points of existence.

It's the space between moving away from and going towards

It's that gap between things in our life, and the knowing that most of us cannot exist in this liminal space.

It's when a group of people leave a place, heading for yet another place

like your every day commute from and to work, like the company you work for being bought, like the passing of a season from winter to spring, a very external sense of travel.

It can also represent the internal, like the process of moving from resistance to acceptance.

From acute grief or the pain of unknowing to learning how to rope your daily, mundane activities together.

Things that typically we really want to rush through, to snap our fingers and be on the other side of our destination.

While change is ever present, it is perhaps not surprising that new experiences soon might feel as a tiresome threat, an uncomfortable and anxiety-provoking place within us.

We fall prone and we succumb to the ‘the ambiguity of not knowing’

We are traumatized by this empty space that forces us to confront a distorted picture of our reality because, when we do,  it often unleashes profound feelings of anger, bewilderment, and even withdrawal.

For all its trauma, however, this altered state can be a clarifying event, as long as they can find a way to work with it and through it.

Through it, they gain a clearer vision of who they are, the role they play, and their place in the world.

Because you can't live in liminal space we like to make it as small as possible, preferably covered with a door so the cold winds don't blow through it, as a threshold is no place to make your living quarters.

But here’s the thing, we’re always in a liminal space to some degree.

And just like crossing over a doorstep all of a sudden you no longer are leaving one room but simply are entering another.

To begin to allow moments of joy to break into your life again.

Like when on a bike trip you cross a bridge and half-way through you notice how amazing the view actually is at that point.

Like when you sit down at a picnic table on that same trip and just before you want to continue your journey, you hear the chirping of crickets.

Like when you’re close to home and you notice it is starting to rain so you rush to get your bike in the shed and while you run across your garden to the door, you notice the rain is actually of a pleasant temperature as it is mid-summer.

However, sometimes when we're at such a threshold we don't actually know how long that period is going to last. Like liminality herself is speaking up and telling us to sit down and simply enjoy the show.

Because we’ve grown accustomed to rushing through liminal space that we forget to notice the magic that happens here.

A gift of freedom that goes unnoticed, a transformative experience that disquiet silently dances around you through which an individual comes to a new or an altered sense of reality.

She doesn’t speak up directly to us that often, so we best pay attention to meaningful coincidences.

They often serve as arrows pointing the way to your next step, allowing you to synchronize with that wanted future state.

Be wary of fakery though, tricksters trying to lure you into the wrong direction with forward-looking myopia and rearward looking whitewash.

Shift between them whenever one path is blocked, so you are always moving ahead.

Celebrate every successful step you made along the way and keep at it one slow step at a time. Feel the rhythm, be the rhythm.

That brief moment where we seem to float because we're going in reversal, causing a tilt shift in how we perceive reality.

And if you’re lucky you might pick up some sexy dance moves on the way!

It was a while since I last mourned as I'm not one who likes to go to a chapel and give light to those I lost that are close to my heart.

Not much time to do so is what I tell myself, I'd rather raise a glass in their good spirit.

Still, life has a weird way of sneaking up on you to tell you really need to do so.

So once again I found myself going through some guided meditation sessions to make room for the feelings of loss and conjure some positive memories of those I cannot meet in corporeal anymore.

It were good sessions as me and my fellow chum were shepherded on a journey of the heart.

But more than once during these sessions I found a vacant space, there definitely was something there but I could not clearly grasp what it was.

And while I was steering the vessel of my thoughts across this streaming sphere, it wasn't me who was paddling through but the currant of nothingness was setting/lifting me across.

Only to be called out by the escort that I just looked really content and happy there with myself, and she was wondering if I wanted to share something with the group.

Unable to grasp the words, at that moment I brushed it off.

Until I got home as I, like the guide, was wondering what it was what was going on.

So what do you do, you open up google to find out.

During follow-up meditation sessions I found that I have a profound love for this space and during these I reflected back on my life to find previous encounters, turns out I have so for a long long time.

Think it goes back all the way to lucid dreams as a kid, but the key event that set me on a path of being the bridge was The breakfast club.

I think I lost that somewhere on the way of the corporate life.

Turns out it's called the liminoid as in da'at.

Sure in a slightly different form it has different names, still the liminal space is the one closest to it.

And ever since that moment I had the pleasure of having encountered many many examples of this liminality.

Or perhaps they found me as I'm open enough to notice them, like when you buy a new car, all of a sudden you see that same model everywhere.

I'm off to enjoy the dance, even when I'm locked up at home just like those kids of The Breakfast Club.