A peaceful review of my place right now. My ending and beginning are both calm. I do not have a longing. I see that as regret or remorse for something I cannot change. Or grasping for something that is not yet its time (Oh, I have done both). Now is just now. I will continue to strive for kindness and consideration. Lee
The no-network, less-social, too-serious, isolated edition of me is ending.
The opposite of the ending edition of me is the beginning of the new me.
I'm in the process of 'getting there' by releasing anxiety and fears around success, and turning that into excitement, experimentation and play.
PART 2
I'm longing for the end of this particular liminal space, in the cocoon of complacency. Looking forward to becoming the be-utterfly I know is in here somewhere. The transition is in motion, and has been for some time, but the emergence is yet to happen in its fullest expression.
"excitement, experimentation and play" feel like the perfect antidote to the all-too-familiar realms of anxiety & fear of success...
I think about how there are two really different ways to feel the words, "WHAT IF...?" The big scary WHAT IF, the loud one, the locks-you-in-place in darkness one is such a beast. But letting the grinning, twinkly-eyed, marveling "WHAT IF...?" take you by the hand and lead you into the magical forest is so much more fun. I'm trying to walk with that one more, too.
Liminality: just yesterday or the day before I read a great article about liminal spaces-- waiting rooms, parking lots...I just went to find the article to link here and have no idea where it was now or who wrote it. Likely lost somewhere here in Substack or Medium or possibly 12th dimension? But I was just thinking how perfect a metaphor it is---- the liminal is a place you pass through, by definition. Even when it feels eternal, it's ephemeral.
The cocoon: I think often of cocoon time, of total dissolution into Imaginal Cells, of liquifaction of everything that came before, of trusting that something with wings comes out eventually... Bill Plotkin works this metaphor through and through really beautifully & I was reminded in his newsletter today about how LONG reformulating yourself can take after you've dissolved. It's just really not as quick and tidy and one-and-done as I ever want it to be. It's annoyingly more like a big revelation then months of anguish then several billion eons of hard work then a breakthrough then a setback then........... I'm working now on seeing where there are already wings, but I've been so identified with the cocoon I didn't notice them....
🙏 Thank you, Lisette! I sure hope so. The daily art practice has helped in that regard, especially for building intuition and trust. It's helping me flow, and judge my process less, and align more with the intrigue aspect of 'what if' than the anxious aspect. Now, to apply that to life as a whole...
Doom and gloom, be gone! I'm honored to walk into that magical forest with you and the VT / creative partnership crew.
Hm...could the liminality article have been by Bruce Lipton? By the way, this term has been coming up a lot for me recently. In one way, it feels like we're always in transition — certainly a WIP.
I'll check out Bill Plotkin, who's new to me. (Just typed in the wrong name and found a wedding photographer, lol) More patience, darn it! Reminds me of the 'punctuated equilibrium' model — long periods of (seeming) stasis then a burst of evolution. I love your last sentence, right on.
A peaceful review of my place right now. My ending and beginning are both calm. I do not have a longing. I see that as regret or remorse for something I cannot change. Or grasping for something that is not yet its time (Oh, I have done both). Now is just now. I will continue to strive for kindness and consideration. Lee
“Now is just now.” ✨ I love this peaceful review, Lee- and adore your kindness and consideration.
PART 1
The no-network, less-social, too-serious, isolated edition of me is ending.
The opposite of the ending edition of me is the beginning of the new me.
I'm in the process of 'getting there' by releasing anxiety and fears around success, and turning that into excitement, experimentation and play.
PART 2
I'm longing for the end of this particular liminal space, in the cocoon of complacency. Looking forward to becoming the be-utterfly I know is in here somewhere. The transition is in motion, and has been for some time, but the emergence is yet to happen in its fullest expression.
I love this inventory, Miles.
"excitement, experimentation and play" feel like the perfect antidote to the all-too-familiar realms of anxiety & fear of success...
I think about how there are two really different ways to feel the words, "WHAT IF...?" The big scary WHAT IF, the loud one, the locks-you-in-place in darkness one is such a beast. But letting the grinning, twinkly-eyed, marveling "WHAT IF...?" take you by the hand and lead you into the magical forest is so much more fun. I'm trying to walk with that one more, too.
Liminality: just yesterday or the day before I read a great article about liminal spaces-- waiting rooms, parking lots...I just went to find the article to link here and have no idea where it was now or who wrote it. Likely lost somewhere here in Substack or Medium or possibly 12th dimension? But I was just thinking how perfect a metaphor it is---- the liminal is a place you pass through, by definition. Even when it feels eternal, it's ephemeral.
The cocoon: I think often of cocoon time, of total dissolution into Imaginal Cells, of liquifaction of everything that came before, of trusting that something with wings comes out eventually... Bill Plotkin works this metaphor through and through really beautifully & I was reminded in his newsletter today about how LONG reformulating yourself can take after you've dissolved. It's just really not as quick and tidy and one-and-done as I ever want it to be. It's annoyingly more like a big revelation then months of anguish then several billion eons of hard work then a breakthrough then a setback then........... I'm working now on seeing where there are already wings, but I've been so identified with the cocoon I didn't notice them....
🙏 Thank you, Lisette! I sure hope so. The daily art practice has helped in that regard, especially for building intuition and trust. It's helping me flow, and judge my process less, and align more with the intrigue aspect of 'what if' than the anxious aspect. Now, to apply that to life as a whole...
Doom and gloom, be gone! I'm honored to walk into that magical forest with you and the VT / creative partnership crew.
Hm...could the liminality article have been by Bruce Lipton? By the way, this term has been coming up a lot for me recently. In one way, it feels like we're always in transition — certainly a WIP.
I'll check out Bill Plotkin, who's new to me. (Just typed in the wrong name and found a wedding photographer, lol) More patience, darn it! Reminds me of the 'punctuated equilibrium' model — long periods of (seeming) stasis then a burst of evolution. I love your last sentence, right on.