Thresholds
Between child and adult
Between alone and together
Between pleasure and ecstasy
Between noise and silence
Between life and death
Between no and yes
That moment, maybe months, maybe years….when we are between.
Not quite this, not quite that.
That space filled with potential, undifferentiated.
No obvious path. But a still steady hum of possible direction.
Requiring exquisite attention. To drop below the push pull, the demands of daily life, the enculturated expectations.
To find that river flow that is uniquely ours. The pattern, the thread.
And when found, to allow it to take us completely, in full surrender to an intelligence beyond our limited mind acting alone.
Ultimately a letting go to the larger self that is wanting to be born.
Requiring trust that might only arise from being completely broken.
Patience, patience. Nature has its own gestation.
Everything will be revealed, eventually.
Photo taken November 12th 2017
