I try to wrap my mind
around
a tribe of connected learners
sharing their introductions
and reactions
to other introductions
with words,
pictures,
and maps.
I am a new comer
to the tribe
not yet acclimated
oriented
as I look at the maps
of physical space
and mental space.
In one mind map
the word
“liminal”
jumps out at me.
This is a liminal space for me
at this liminal time in my life.
Connected to the word
is the question,
“How do we make meaning
when we are most confused?”
Is there any other way?
The words Beckett gave to Pozzo
echo in my mind:
“They give birth astride of a grave,
the light gleams an instant,
then it's night once more.”
All life is liminal
taking place
between
birth and death,
and perhaps the best we can do
is map the rhizome
spreading through
the liminal landscape.
