The big in-between

I’m in the middle of a transition and have no idea what comes next. Time and space have been feeling distorted for a while now (you know that’s the sign of liminal space, right?). Not talking months or weeks, years.

I can sense the new coming, but can’t feel into it yet.

So ready for some solid ground under my feet, an understanding of who I am again. I know, this is the time for more ritual than task. More hands in the earth, more softness in my body. More listening, less chatter or striving. What clearly doesn’t help, at least not the way I’d want it to, is looking outside myself for someone to tell me the right direction. There are some clues the universe is dropping. I don’t know yet if I’m actually listening, or just tired of not being able to.