On liminality, uncertainty & the space between worlds...
Dear heart,
Remember you are a seeker, becoming a master of intuition, of transformation, self-initiation, rite of passage.
There is a peculiar beauty in not knowing what comes next and an equally peculiar discomfort.
We spend so much of our lives attempting to establish certainty. Building identities, constructing futures, attaching ourselves to ideas of who we are and where we're going. And then life, in all its mysterious intelligence, rearranges everything.
I’ve been thinking about liminality for some time.
As a musician, an artist, a social entrepreneur, and a chaser of dreams through my twenties and into my thirties, I was always making a path where there wasn’t one.
A couple of years ago, after a big chapter closed, I entered a pilgrimage and what is now nearly two years of nomadic life around the globe.
Somewhere around six months into my journey, it hit me. I was staying at my aunt’s in Paris for a month last summer, feeling a little bemused, a little vulnerable. Nomadic life had brought me into direct contact with my own sense of being in between—that strange threshold between what was and what has yet to become.
The space where familiar structures dissolve, but nothing has quite arrived to replace them. It's a place we often rush to escape. We want answers. Direction. Something tangible to hold.
But what if this space isn't asking to be resolved? What if it's asking to be inhabited?
As artists, we encounter this territory constantly. The silence before a melody. The empty page. The moment before something takes form.
Creation requires a willingness to enter the unknown.
And perhaps living creatively asks the same of us.
Not every season needs a name.
Not every experience needs an explanation.
Paris led me to London and eventually to Egypt and Turkey, where I reunited with my mom after a year into my journey. Continuing along the pathless path was the biggest gift in magic and the great mystery. I met someone very special in the Great Pyramid (an amazing story for another time...).
Not every beginning announces itself.
There is something profoundly liberating about allowing life to remain unfinished.
Perhaps the unknown is not the absence of direction, but the beginning of discovery.
Keep the flame bright.
More letters on The Art of Unbecoming to follow.
✵☉
with love,
