The moments of shift are liminal, thresholds where the old hasn't yet left (plums and tomatoes) but the new hasn't yet settled in (dry logs and soup). That liminality leaves us unsettled, rudderless. Drifting sounds like a very appropriate response and I'm going to follow your lead as best I can.
The moments of shift are liminal, thresholds where the old hasn't yet left (plums and tomatoes) but the new hasn't yet settled in (dry logs and soup). That liminality leaves us unsettled, rudderless. Drifting sounds like a very appropriate response and I'm going to follow your lead as best I can.
Enjoy your drifting Caroline, I have a profound feeling this liminal shift may become habit with the seasons... we no longer have any defined periods of adjustment which is so very discombobulating!
Thank you so much for reading, your comments are very appreciated - I wish you a weekend adrift somewhere calm and peaceful ЁЯМ┐
The moments of shift are liminal, thresholds where the old hasn't yet left (plums and tomatoes) but the new hasn't yet settled in (dry logs and soup). That liminality leaves us unsettled, rudderless. Drifting sounds like a very appropriate response and I'm going to follow your lead as best I can.
Enjoy your drifting Caroline, I have a profound feeling this liminal shift may become habit with the seasons... we no longer have any defined periods of adjustment which is so very discombobulating!
Thank you so much for reading, your comments are very appreciated - I wish you a weekend adrift somewhere calm and peaceful ЁЯМ┐