For the Interim Time...
As we live in this liminal space, the interim between the past norm and the new future... In this in-between space... How shall we live? Where shall we go? What shall we do? Here's a poem from John O'Donohue, "To Bless the Space Between Us" painting out the feelings of a sojourner in the interim. Enjoy the reflection! // For the Interim Time When near the end of day, life has drained Out of light, and 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. In this wan light, even trees seem groundless. In a while it will be night, but nothing Here seems to believe the relief of darkness. You are in this time of the interim Where everything seems withheld. The path you took to get here has washed out; The way forward is still concealed from you. "The old is not old enough to have died away; The new i...