The tree is aglow and disintegrating in the next room. We are purists, though, we'll hold out until Epiphany before that beauty is coming down. The kiddos are exhausted after squeezing one last visit out of our museum membership this morning. Given that it is nap time on the 31st day of the year, I've brewed another cup of coffee and settled in to make peace with 2016 and to prepare mentally to begin again.
I imagine in some capacity, you are also finding yourself on the cusp of a new beginning. Blessings on this in-between time of yours. Maybe some of these musings will spur something in you, too.
I don't really do 'resolutions' but there is something important about taking stock of where we have been and where we are going. We come to this place of in-between so often in our lives between what we ultimately want and where we find ourselves: engagement, job-searching, recovery, grieving, 'ordinary time,' perhaps. Richard Rohr offers some of the best insight I have read with regard to this ripe, in-between place he calls 'liminal space':
"'Limina’ is the Latin word for threshold, the space betwixt and between. Liminal space, therefore, is a unique spiritual position where human beings hate to be but where the biblical God is always leading them. It is when you have left the ‘tried and true’ but have not yet been able to replace it with anything else. It is when you are finally out of the way. It is when you are in between your old comfort zone and any possible new answer. It is no fun."
If you have been following the evolution of this space, you may have noticed that the flurry of my writing began with my #write31days challenge in October when I wrote daily and realized that I had not made space in my life to write for too long and it all came pouring out. It was a combination of articulating the newness of staying home, investigating this metaphor of bees for the Christian community and processing the hopeless events that felt about as steady and saturating as rain. And yet...
In these random-yet-related topics, there has surged a realization and a challenge to continue to engage the things that give me life--whether that consists of loving others well, marveling at the genius of honeybees, or owning that the events of this world can break my heart. Particularly when it takes about all that I feel I have. This place of immense feeling is where I am most alive and likely, my greatest growing edge...my own liminal space.
As the New Year celebrations sweep across this whole wide world tonight, I am hearing a steady coaxing to enter in and to do it with all that I have--which is to say, with my open, vulnerable and whole heart.