In the radiance of dark, there is process:
the unfolding of mystery,
things words cannot articulate,
a threshold to freedom the mind cannot comprehend.
But the body feels,
the heart knows:
This is liminality.
The threshold of transition,
from death to life, from evening to morn,
from gestation to giving birth.
The unknown is a part of it all.
Poem by Felicia Murrell, “Liminality and Certitude,” Oneing 11, no. 1, Transitions (Spring 2023): 19–20.
There is something birthing in me. Born out of all the loss and all the joy. An offering. A journeying. An unfolding. In this moment, I'm aware of the radiance of the dark within myself, and the gift I have of being able to connect with the radiance of the dark in others. This liminal space is rich, potent and scary. But even as I hesitate at the threshold, I know that this membership community I'm in the process of creating is beautiful, life-giving and generative.
And I wonder, what is birthing in you?