The midwife is the woman between: the liminal woman, the threshold woman.*
Clarissa Pinkola Estés

With our phones to our ears, life and our minds frequently feel like casinos now. There is no sun, no pocket of quiet, there don’t seem to be exits, and the reception is terrible. Connection to anything real, to the ancient, to the mystical, to the moment is weak, so there is bound to be existential exhaustion.**
Anne Lamott

Rush is life in the shallows,
if we don’t damage what we’re working on, we’re
likely harming ourselves and
those around us;
Slipping out of the rush and into a
quieter space may appear to be
a luxury you can’t afford, but it’s
really a life-basic, a space-between,
A special world of the bigger picture, of
uncovering and emergence –
There is an order to be embraced:
Divergence,
Emergence,
Convergence;
Humility,
Gratitude,
Faithfulness;
Anapana,
Vipassaña,
Metta.

The deeper the source we work from, the better our stuff will be – and the more transformative it will be for us and for those we share it with.^

*Clarissa Pinkola Estés’ Women Who Run With the Wolves;
**Anne Lamott’s Dusk Night Dawn;
^Steven Pressfield’s Do the Work.