I am living in a strange liminal kind of space; no longer on the threshold; the beyond is not visible, the next step has been taken, dying lingers, but it is not me focusing on correcting a behavior, the correction is happening. an empowerment not of my doing, the empowerment of waiting. I have left behind “figuring it out” and I am okay; more okay than I have ever been. I am accepting the cost to the self that is not me.
This morning I joined some one hundred fifty persons gathered around on Becoming a Trauma Reformed Church.