Lately I have been feeling like I’m in between, that liminal stage. In that in between time when there is a definite before and a definite after. The problem is that when you are in the in between, the present time is indefinable. Fuzzy. When will it end and will I know when I get there? What is the best way to sit with the uncertainty? In similar times I often turn to thread and needle. It comforts me.
“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between them, there are doors.” – William Blake