A child comes in.
A man-child goes out.
And just a few days ago, a cousin lost her husband. They are here in Israel to bury him. Too young, too young.
The family is taking their son away from here back to the states. Away from where he was murdered. At eighteen years not old.
Our newest baby is now here. He made it clear that he did not want to go gently into this world. He struggled to stay put, saying, it must be, that this is not a good place. It was much better were he to stay inside safe and warm, it seemed.
He is too wise, this new little one of ours.
Rabbi Sachs wrote, reminding me of this word of the week:
Jacob is the man who, in liminal space, in the middle of the journey, discovers that “Surely the Lord is in this place—and I did not know it!”
And before that, I had read this article “At Home in the Liminal World“, which included this:
Director of research at Coventry’s Disruptive Media Learning Lab, Savin-Baden has found we are serial learners. And serial zones of transition—liminal zones set off from the workaday world—are especially effective in helping us think critically. Indeed, she says, we need to immerse in liminal space to master the knowledge most useful to our postmodern world of creative destruction and constant change—so called “troublesome knowledge” that appears, at first, to be alien, counterintuitive, and incoherent, making no logical sense. Learners need to fail first to make breakthroughs, says Savin-Baden, who creates liminal zones in cyberspace, such as the virtual world Second Life, to help her students. “There is a sense of knowing the world differently there, because you are living and working through change,” she says.
Change is not always good, but it is inevitable. We are so so not in control.
Don’t give into the fear, but walk through it.