Making My Soul Sing

Woah I havent been here for an age. So much has changed in my life – but not enough. I’ve started a new job, i’ve moved – from a house (cottage) into a caravan. A total life change. Both of these have taken some time to adjust to. Its been challenging at times, mostly mentally but also physically. I have gained weight, gone within ( but thats part of the reason I have moved into the van)but overall I have found it really difficult, alot of the time.

The liminal space is something ( or somewhere ) that has been bugging me, popping into my mind & have also seen it written about recently. Alot.

I don’t actually know much about it, mostly what I have felt or experienced, but I need to get it down. After writing these first 3 paragraphs I moved away from my tablet back to my crochet (welcome menopause brain fog – if i didnt get it down it i’d of forgotten in ) & continued listening to a podcast (The Modern Fairy Sightings – I’m hooked) and within 5 minutes or so I heard it again. Liminal space. There are of course, no such thing as coincidences.

Some definitions – from http://www.psychmechanics.com – “A liminal space is a space between spaces. A liminal space is a boundary between two points in time, space or both. Its the middle ground between two grounds, the mid-structure between two structures”. And I love this “When your in a liminal space your neither here nor there, neither this nor that. At the same time your both, you’re here and there. Both this and that”.

I also found this at howstuffworks.com – “Liminal spaces are transitional or transformative spaces that are neither here nor there; they are the inbetween placecs or thresholds we pass through from one area to another”

“These spaces often evoke feelings of eeriness or discomfort because they are not meant for staying, but rather for passing through”.

Interesting huh? Well, it is too me. Because I guess I am in a transitional phase of my life, at the precipice of a transformation that currently feels to be of epic proportions. I have to say that personally these places do not evoke (generally) feelings of eeriness or discomfort. In fact, I quite enjoy them. For me there is an otherwordly feel to them. Its like walking into (whether physically or meta-physcially) another dimension. And I REALLY LOVE THAT.

Here’s the thing. I’m not sure I can even publish this – but…………. I dont feel that I am from this world. At times, more & more actually it feels quite alien to me. Now that may be down to me being (undiagnosed as yet) neuro-diverse – to give it a label, but I just dont understand this place. I dont understand the rules. But in the liminal spaces I feel at home. I feel I understand the rules there. How to be. I get them. I actually feel pretty comfortable in them.

There are no visual cues in these places. Everything I see is through my 3rd eye. But most of the things I feel. With all my senses. Tingles. Breezes. A different energy vibration. When the noise of this world disappears the real sounds can be heard.

Where I have moved to (and actually the previous place as that was in a magical (magikal) that also held very strong ancestral ties for me, but this place now. Glorious. In a field (in an angricultural mechanics yard (thank you to my friend & her husband) but its in a field surrounded by hills, facing ancient woodland. I’ve discovered that at the top of the woodland there is an iron-age hillfort. And a short distance away is the sight of one of Owain Glyndwr’s palaces. The Celt in me is very happy! But the place has an otherwordly feel. Driving home from work (an hours drive) allows me time to let mull over the day & then let it slip away, and as i approach this place……. its forgotten and I am filled with ease.

Yesterday I feel like I was shown a new liminal place. It felt it for me. I went for a river dip – with a new group of ladies, so a big thank you to them. We were under an old (ish) stone bridge, but away from a main road. Tree lined with dappled sunlight. Warm yet cool. I was on my own in there for maybe half an hour, while others arrived & chatted. I felt a million miles from anywhere. My worries literally washed away, and I felt held & supported by the water, gently bimbling around me. It felt known yet unknown. Obviously wild swimming is pretty mindful so its not too easy (or alwys safe) to let your mind drift off, but it did at times. And it was perfect. Had I entered a liminal space? If you feel it is one, does that make it one? Are there rules here? My mind started to go off on a numebr of tangents, but as I sat here last night reflecting on the swim, I know it was. An inbetween space that I entered (for over an hour) that allowed me greatly clarity & calmness when I re-entered the real world again.

How does it feel for you? Have you ever had that feeling? Its truly wondrous. I feel safer in the liminal spaces. I’ve just realised that actually, I search them out – albeit on a sub-conscious level. The more I walk on my own, the more I am searching. I definately found it in the woods last week – quiet spots to sit & meditate, among the trees and the moss, sitting on big old stones (the trees wary of me, not wanting to connect straight away).
The older I get, the more I grow (on all levels) the more I learn about myself, the more knowing I have – the more I understand my need for these places. I wonder if I can get more from them now that I know?

Much love & blessings.