The Liminal Space

I’m coming out of a liminal space.
A space where it felt enough to just Be

It felt like time had a irregular, yet natural flow.

A routine of tiredness and of slowness. Of surrender to the forces around me with trust and wonder.  In tune with the natural rhythms around me, I felt safe.

How did this experience help me?  It supported my body to figure out its own needs.
It allowed me time to find words for how I am, where I want to focus next, what I love offering my presence and energy to.

How did it influence my relationships with those around me? It signaled that I have my own needs, to come together , to be apart.
It opened my+their perspective to my+their needs and it make us all respect the space we need and take.

In Gestalt view a liminal space is a place of transition, you are leaving something behind but have not yet arrived somewhere else. The space between a gestalt being completed and a new gestalt beginning to form in the fertile void between gestalts.
In such a place we might experience a sense of being on the edge of something,

Physical spaces are liminal space: the door to a new room,
the rolling stairway that connects 2 different levels of a building, the waiting room at the doctors.

The artist and the writer encounter liminal spaces when the sit at the margin
between intention, inspiration, the vision that they have for their piece and the actual form that starts coming together as they progress with their work

In therapy, I encounter liminal spaces when the client and I are meeting in a moment of reflection that opens a new way of seeing, a new experience.
That pause where no-thing happens, where I pause and the client feels what it is
Allowing themselves to be with both what was and with the potential of newness.
This stemming up defines the next move, the new form and a new experience.

What liminal space did you recently sat in, intentionally?
What liminal space you landed in, unintentionally?
And how the two feel for you?