I am in limbo. A limbo of… not who I was Before but not who I will be After.
“We are meeting people in a space between ‘no longer’ and ‘not yet’.” – Joan Borysenko
I am becoming.
“It is too soon for the mind of night to have darkened things, no place looks like itself, loss of outline makes everything look strangely in-between, unsure of what has been, or what might come.”
Limboing. Lulls in-between. Spaces in-between. Hard-work in-between.
In-between? It looks like “where everything seems withheld”… where “you cannot lay claim to anything”… “And you can see nowhere to put your trust.”
Trust? That one is hard. Who can you trust? Who isn’t going to leave you? Who isn’t going to betray? Who is going to listen? Who is going to hear? Who is going to catch me? Who is going to stay?
Those who once were Trust no longer are… and those who may become Trust… aren’t there yet.
“But nothing here seems to believe in relief of darkness.”
Relief of darkness? Is this a relief of privacy? Of people not knowing?
I’m not there anymore. But I’m not in the light yet.
In a space between ‘no longer’ and ‘not yet’.
But it’s not ‘not yet’… it is ‘not ever’…
There will always be relief of darkness because I can always return to the darkness.
That choice is always there. And it is mine.
I could always disappear. Or this could. Or both.
Being here… in this space-between. This is a choice.
“There’s darkness everywhere when the sun goes down.”
That’s science… that’s fact. That can’t be avoided. The sun provides our light. And without it, we are in the dark. That’s literal darkness and it comes without choice.
Here, now… I have a choice. Whether to be in the dark or step into the light. Trust comes in because… I could always be pushed into the light unwillingly.
But I can still retreat to the darkness. It’s a big world. I could still disappear. And that’s relief. That’s comfort.
I could always disappear.
*Italicized quotes taken from “Interium Time” by John O’Donohue