liminal

i feel a though i am hovering in a liminal space between southern france and minnesota. neither here nor there. i don’t dislike the feeling. and i am rather curious how long i can make it last. i have this feeling that this is a precious state and somehow important. that there is wisdom to be gained here. but that the message, if i am sensitive enough to receive it, will be very subtle. i am trying hard to be still and listen. but america is a noisy place, and i am finding it hard to carve out the necessary quiet. i feel it slipping from my grasp a little bit every day. if i could only listen harder.

dried lily of the valley