Liminal Spaces: Women's Stories of Transition
“Birth is the death of the life we have known; death is the birth of the life we have yet to live. We need to hold the tensions and allow our circuit to give way to a larger circumference.”
At the end of April, my husband and I left our 452 square foot condo of nearly five years and moved into our first house. After a year of looking we finally found it – a beautiful little house in a neighborhood we adored.
We gained ownership on Friday April 25th and were set to move in three days later. But when we got the keys that day and walked through the front door of our new home, instead of loving what was finally ours, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of unease.
At first, it manifested in the physical flaws of the house - the dent in the living room wall, the crack in the tiles on the kitchen floor, the evidence of mice in the basement. These were not major problems of course; but they picked away at me, and soon progressed into larger concerns. Is this the right place for us? Can we really afford the mortgage? What will we find behind those 105-year-old walls?The happiness I expected to feel was eclipsed by an anxiety I couldn’t seem to shake.
In truth, I was coming out of a long series of major life changes. Distracted by the practical details of a major move, my true feelings had no space.
As we gathered up the things that kept me anchored to our condo, I felt untethered – realizing that over two short years, my life had completely changed. When my husband and I sat together on the floor one last time to express our gratitude to the tiny space that had been our home, a wellspring of sadness emerged. And as my words and tears spilled forward, my anxiety released.
Our condo was my chrysalis, keeping me sheltered within its walls. It held me when I suffered a serious illness and chose to leave a thriving career behind; saw the beginnings of my first book project; and gave me the space to start my own business. Our condo was also located just three blocks from my best friend, but her move across the country last year was another major change.
Many of the things that made me me just two years ago have dissolved, and a different Self has taken her place. Our move signaled the end of that security and period of transformation; a precious letting go of all that was lost and all that was gained. I moved into our new home with a new skin, a new name, a new face.
As I continue walking through the doorway of my own transition – fulfilling a long-time dream of owning a purpose-filled business, focusing on women’s transitions across the life cycle – I have called on a number of wise women to join me. From today’s Full Moon until the Full Moon on September 9th, this blog will be a space of collective wisdom, where stories of transition are remembered and shared.
Today, I celebrate my new business, Spirit Moving Narrative Consulting, and the new home for my blog, the spirit that moves me. I am deeply honored for the many wise women who have gathered by my side to share their own journeys of transition – events like first menstruation, coming of age, committing to a life partner, becoming a mother, losing a loved one, facing a serious illness, moving to a new home, entering midlife, or becoming an elder. They are stories of love, loss, fear, and courage – moving us from one phase of life into the next.
We are the wisdom of these stories – often told in hushed whispers in coffee shops, across the kitchen table, or in the bathroom at work. As we give them the credence they deserve, they are no longer stolen moments in hidden doorways, but valued for what they really are – keys to our locked wisdom, guiding us through the many transitions of our lives. Our stories stitch us back together, remind us that our Truth is always our greatest strength, and bring us closer to the women we longed to be – found at last.
Join us on this journey through our stories by sharing your comments and insights, or by simply taking them in as nourishment for your soul.