leaving and arriving...
being away and being home...
Between take-off and landing...
good-bye and hello...
the wave that knocks me down and the next foaming crest of water...
in my tradition, between burial and resurrection...
Sometimes we don't think of this space, or avoid noticing it. I often cover it by reading, working on a crossword or Sudoku, or sleeping through it.
If I find it easy to ignore, either I am still wrapped up in thoughts of where I have been, or what will be next.
This is liminal time, where the ground falls away, . . or rises to meet us... where life and death touch...
About a week ago I plunged into a space between -- and at moments thought I would be endlessly stuck in it. I was going home from "Beyond Walls," an amazing week of learning, writing, reading, praying, listening, talking, pondering and more held at Kenyon College in Gambier, Ohio.
Actually, I slid into the space, gradually saying good-bye. I rode to the airport in a Kenyon van with 3 other BeyondWallsians and our Kenyon driver, endured the amazingly long lines for checking in with one of my BW compatriots, discovered another near my gate... then she boarded her flight and and my time at Beyond Walls 2015 ended. I sat waiting for the overdue plane, between our Kenyon experience and my home (which ended up being a much longer time then planned -- of course).
I decided that if "Beyond Walls" had to end,
Between.
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