Liminality: escapism or liberation?
I am letting myself take the long road.
Am I acting out, impulsive? Or am I following a pulse, intuitive?
If I follow the threads I am not neglecting my commitments, just dancing around them - imbuing new particles into their field.
I will not forget to dance with them. I am taking time - allowing space, cracks to be where creativity grows.
I am wedging apart spaces where the expectations form time blocks too close together - where there is not room to follow inspiration and spontaneity between meetings.
I am following my heart, letting my mind be foggy and messy. Letting my senses make sense for me.
I am letting it all break me apart - beyond expectation and into being.
The structures they’ve set up, the systems i’ve built in contrast, are foundations for me to fall upon - and when I shatter I am not broken but renewed - each time a divination for what might unfold next.
I won’t let the calendar constrict me, only guide and remind me that time in this body is finite.
I won’t let the clock control me, only help me notice the patterns that pursue me and the cycles that center me.
I won’t let the news neutralize or numb me, also won’t let it sew scarcity and fear into me. I will let it simmer on the horizon line on a hot day, clarifying my focal point for the tiny but timely impact I hold.
I will let desire drive me. I will let the plant spirits guide me.
Time may be finite, but timelines are tangental - entangled beyond linearity and into lineages of love.
I’ll let that silver thread guide me, back and forth like the lunar pendulum, in and out like the solar-shielding clouds.
Nebulous, we are not obscured by the mist, but found in freer forms within it.
Let me linger in liminality a bit longer…
where the ‘lofty’ and ‘unproductive’ brings liberation.
thanks for reading this edition of “unedited & ephemeral”.
may it make sense only in your senses.