WritingsThe Landscape of Language
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At the root of “liminal” is the place of threshold. Dreams are thresholds – and raise questions about what we believe are our limits.
In the liminal, two elements – human and archetypal – create a lush ecosystem of the dream landscape particular to each dreamer.
A liminal zone is a place where two ecosystems meet and an entirely new ecosystem is created. Dreams, of course, are liminal zones.
I have been considering silence. The kind of silence that carries refusal of speaking, action, presence. That carries the violence of absence.
Writing, poetry and dreams – all three slay me, thrill me, scare me, gasp me and take off the top of my head. They all also utterly change me.
I am a U2 fan. It is true. Mostly unabashedly. I love them, in part, because they teach me to speak, to sing, to leap into living life from a place of passion.
Dream: I arrive at a lush field after a long journey. An enormous lion, luxoriously, is being combed by two girls. My father is on the other side of the field.