Introduction

When I gave most of my possessions away in 2017 and took off for a year on the road, I didn’t have language for what was going on at the time. It was a big reset, a redo, and there truly was no destination. The movement itself was what beckoned – move through the pain and stagnation, making room to begin again.

I call this murky unknown space between endings (my husband’s death) and fresh new beginnings (landing in a spot that feels like home) liminal space.

In retrospect, this period was a wonderful space to let go of limitations, patterns, habits, behaviors, labels, effects of past traumas, outgrown relationships and anything else that no longer supported my wellbeing, making me feel trapped or powerless. It unveiled the real me, after stripping away what was never mine to carry. It felt like epic spaciousness and freedom. The journey there, however, required a lot of grit, courage and determination. A sense of humor also helped!

I will be sharing my series on liminal space, a collection of words and images, as an interpretation of my experience in this vast unknown. This was my journey, but maybe something here will spark something on your own travels.