I spent last week from Tuesday on out in Joshua Tree, a couple of hours from my home in L.A., but don't ask me what I did. I walked, snacked, read, napped, went into town to check my email, looked out the window, reflected, prayed, went to Mass, looked out the window. That doesn't seem like much and maybe it wasn't (though re the latter, I was thrilled to discover recently that filmmaker Robert Bresson spoke of "the ejaculatory force of the eye"). But my brain was so overloaded from working very intently, and my body was so overloaded from...living in a huge city and being me, and my psyche was so overloaded with Lent and the buildup to the Passion, that even so, my days and nights seemed full to bursting.
"Liminal space refers to times when we experience change and transition in our lives. (In fact, Catholic Priest Richard Rohr suggests...that all meaningful transformation happens in liminal space.) It’s often a time in our lives where the old way we have been functioning seems to no longer “fit”, but we haven’t yet discovered or figured out the new way—at least not completely. We may experience times of liminal space with regard to our job (also called our vocation, which may or may not be the same as our calling), our personal relationships, or even as we wrestle with bigger issues like our beliefs about the nature of God in general." (from precipicemagazine.com).
HANDS OF CHRIST, GESTURING TO THE WOMAN AT THE WELL [JOHN 1: 1-42]
TABLEAU, DESERT CHRIST PARK, YUCCA VALLEY, CALIFORNIA