creating change without shouting
In the stillness, but not standing still But heard, half-heard, in the stillnessBetween two waves of the sea. TS Eliot. Little Gidding, Four Quartets That space between the waves, when do you see it? When we’re out – on or watching the water as it moves – we tend to notice the waves. Their shape … Read more
This is a liminal space, where we recognise the unknown and still choose to be there. Because liminal space is both abandonment (of control) and intentionality (for purpose). We need to let it do its work in us because we need to cross the threshold into a different place. And this is the only way. … Read more
What colour is the question you are holding in your hand? Lifting to the light in this liminal time. Hoping the last rays of sun will catch your intent before sinking behind the hill. What colour is waiting?
I am fortunate to be part of several online communities. In one of them a fellow traveller posted a comment at the end of my lengthy response to a lesson prompt: When I read your thoughts, I can’t help but feel that there’s a question there, underneath it all. If you were to finish what … Read more
Over the last few days, the light has been extraordinary in this corner of South West Wales. Sometimes, the valley has been book-ended by the darkest of clouds, with clear blue sunlight in the middle. The layers of light are dramatic and challenge my notion of sky. How can we have so much weather in … Read more
There’s a hole in the skywhere the earth breathesand we see beyond;where the warmth of tomorrowmeets the hope of todayin the song of a bird,and our hearts are openedto the murmuring of possibility. This feels like an in-between time, liminality in reality. Waiting, yet being enlarged in the space. Giving room for things to be … Read more