The places in between.

How do I even begin to answer the questions and tell the story of the last few years? Truthfully, I don’t think I’ll ever fully be able to. I find myself in a strange liminal space these days—having left behind that which no longer functioned, but not yet finding the true path of my next steps. I’ve found myself thinking back throughout my life experiences for a similar time, probably as a means of comfort; only to find that I’d never been here before. In the past, I’ve always had a certainty to my next step.

My esoteric mind wanders towards the fringe meaning of liminal spaces—places where odd but meaningful things seem to begin. Strange nudges from the universe seem to be dropping hints all around me. In the books I’m reading, the conversations I’m having (in the brief moments I reach out past my current deliberate solitude, that is), and even within my own dreams. Breadcrumbs feel scattered all over my mind but have yet to form a pathway forward.

I need a place to drop it all and see what path I feel called to next. I have so much art, information, and muses that need a place to call home. Truthfully, the idea of going back onto social media seems like an absolutely terrible experience. Instead, consider this space as my way of chronicling things that I find interesting or worth noting. No expectations. Let’s see what comes of it.