From the Perspective of a Budding Flower
Liminal space defined
“I feel like I’m in an in between space, liminal space at the moment: between the end and the start; all my ideas feel clear…I know what I want, and I know what I need to do to get there. I very much feel as if it's the season of just chopping wood and carrying water; no intense lessons and revelations…still waters, clear conditions — enjoy it.”— Cam Does It
I never stumbled upon something by someone who doesn’t even know of my existence that, unshakably, sees right through me while simultaneously making my perspective more clear.
This revelation is such a beautiful way to depict what I’m currently experiencing and what a relief it is to find a definition for it.
I miss thinking and perceiving different stages of my life in this way — so hopeful, so grounded, accepting and nonchalant, innovative and honest…I, myself, feel as though I am amidst an in between.
However, oft times filled of more restlessness and angst.
This space tells me (rather, my intuition), that I’m ready for what’s next, the next season, and that I’m merely waiting for other aspects to align and also be.
I’m trying my best to make use of this space I am given, but there is so much of it; my hobbies only ever feel as if a distraction — unfulfilling.
I feel as though there is nothing more to prepare for, otherwise I neglect a space for the candid.
Cam, the woman who spoke the words quoted above, filmed herself in this liminal space, as she had others to share, comfortably, this space with…others to fill the void with ease.
For myself, I am oft reminded just how physically alone I am, and the space merely seems to grow more and more in emptiness.
I haven’t had many ideas as of late, though the ones I now obtain have been motivating and grounding — I am grateful.
I’ll be honest, I am exhausted of growth…moreover, of learning lessons, even more so, through hardship. I desire — no, I crave rest, yet it always feels beyond my reach, as if it’s not up to me to say when.
I would like to charge my ambition, my inspirations and aspirations — to take a moment to process, though, the world keeps spinning.
— The season of remaining consistent in routine and repetition — do you know how exhausting it is to constantly be swimming, always trying and striving to keep your head above sea level?
I’m grateful to recently have found more answers to questions I’ve had for months on end, to find peace in the chaos I’ve endured, though, I feel surpassed, still, by revelation — as if there is more awaiting me.
I only hope safety, more certainty*, and rest are soon to follow.
*Or a lot less uncertainty, or more comfort in the uncertain.
