The Weaving Wisdom Garden: Liminal Shapeshifter
A Collaborative Publication Pollinating Poetic Expression
Fall Spiral: Liminal Shapeshifter
November 29, 2023
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Enjoy the works of heart contributed by inspired Weavers and follow your curiosity to explore their personal realms of creativity through the links provided with their names. The deepest intention of this publication is to strum resonance through nourishing expressions and enliven the ether as we cultivate connection with one another. We would love to listen with your reflections in the comments and spark inspired conversations that ripple the medicine in all directions.
© Alison Blickle
Website: ALISON BLICKLE – Artist
IG: @alisonblickle
Generations
bare November branches
bow to cold autumn winds
chimes chant prayers
summer’s hydrangea stalks
rattle sun-drenched thoughts
that skitter past frozen ferns
cardinals call from
dogwood’s naked branches
etched into a frosted brocade
poplar and spicebush
hickory and beech
employ mycelial spinners who
thread by thread
weave arboreal
connective tissue
make a living membrane
between pine and oak
red maple and magnolia
bring nutrition
give warning
nurse illness
interspecies collaboration,
or can we finally see
it is love.
My feet walk and sing,
I bow to
Gaian ancestors
who arise through
my soles
enter into human veins
which are not unlike
those of
sugar maple leaves
alluvial spirits reweave
my connective tissue
make a living plasma
mend places
torn by the past
and weave as well
toward the future
interspecies collaboration,
or can I finally say
this is love.
© Sharifa Oppenheimer
Website: https://sharifaoppenheimer.org/
*Poem from: A Litany of Wild Graces ~ Meditations on Sacred Ecology (Red Elixir Press)
© Alison Blickle
Website: ALISON BLICKLE – Artist
IG: @alisonblickle
The Liminal Place
The Liminal Space.
The space between the Here and There
The Space between
the mind and soul
the male and female
the dark and light
the pain and healing
the anger and love
the war and peace
the self loathing and self acceptance…
It is the space within me that draws me close.
It is the space within me that pulls me away.
It is the space within me that asks to be held
ever so tenderly
ever so softly
released of judgement
released of expectations.
How can it be any other way?
How can it be
any
other
way?
Ahh, but was it always that clear?
The Liminal space is the secret most hidden space within me
It is the deepest rawest space within
It is the space that holds more treasures
and more wisdom than all the other places within my psyche.
WHY?
Because it INVITES AND UNITES
It calls the Wise Ones within me to come forward
and the Fool within me to dance freely once again.
It invites the Lovers and the Warriors within me to tentatively merge,
not as flippant lovers or shy awkward teenagers,
rather as those what wish to truly DISCOVER what LOVE is all about
the deeper love,
the profound passion of love
the breathless words of love
the unmistakable forgiveness that is Love.
And all this will one day grow to change each part of me
ONLY
if I am brave enough to integrate it fully.
And when I do become brave enough to integrate the polarities and the singularities,
then the pain and hurt,
the fears and concerns,
the in-balances and dis-eases,
they will diminish,
and my life will be
as it was always meant to be
Whole and Powerful
Balanced and Connected
Full of Inspiration and Life-force
and Full of LOVE.
Ahh, the Liminal Space
it is for the Wise
and the Foolish
for only those can understand the joy and pain that crossing such thresholds can offer.
It is a rite of passage
it is a death and rebirth
it is a saying goodbye and a saying hello
it is exquisite
at times painful
it is NATURE in all its phases
for all of nature,
is
a LIMINAL SPACE.
© Samantha Corrie
Website: https://samanthacorrie.com.au/
Substack:
Entering the liminal is a full-on paradigm shift. A blending of the opposites, an amalgamation of duality. Edges merging into each other, creating and becoming something entirely new!
A humble stance is required here. Summoning me to see wholeness instead of fragmentation. Opening to love rather than separateness. Calling for the mind to bow down in service to the heart. The alchemy of mind and body coming together as harmony, a greater attunement made possible.
At times different technologies and hidden gems become accessible. Other times the liminal is a place of limbo, where integration is in the forefront. Inviting me to meet dysfunctional beliefs, these deep trenches that can be challenging to climb out of. Reminding me to be tender and gentle with myself as I navigate this reconfiguration. Meeting my fears, shames, and pains. Not to make them disappear, but to embrace them with kindness. Letting them have a seat at my council.
I find this unfolds in a timing not my own. The physicality of this dimension is not something I control. My body is an integral part of this corporeality of life. Change needs to be integrated, awakenings are meant to be brought all the way into my body to be lived. Shape shifting is not always comfortable nor easy. I have found it requires a rewiring of the nervous system as well as a deeper connection to our collective sensatory nature. Letting my senses not be something to go beyond nor indulged in, but as gateways to communing with life. Making love with the moment.
Transformation in its truest sense is not transcendence. It is liminal. Bringing immanence and transcendence together within the heart. Spirit in density birthing compassion. Breathing in the suffering, breathing out the medicine.
© Julie Schmidt
Website: https://www.liminalwalker.com/
Substack:
Passing Of Time —
Goodbye.
Farewell.
Sunlit dreams
Floating in bottomless streams.
This is not a sad loss,
Rather an “I’ll see you”.
An old friend circling back again.
Time does that,
The ultimate escape artist,
Pocket picker,
and Shadow dancer
Who hides in plain sight.
Those rocks
You have been holding
Slip through your fingers
When you’re not noticing.
Taking everything with it.
Down river you might be lucky to find
Later, Precious stones,
Traces of what were once broken bones.
Treasures too old,
Including those forgotten.
The ancestral line,
Passing of time,
Now, not worth a dime.
But to a child skipping rocks
On a sunlit beach or bank
Holds, now, Gold
From perhaps a fool,
And stolen by a thief
In broad daylight.
Many moons ago.
©Nicole Lynn
Link Tree: FLOE ~ Facilitatingloveonearth | Instagram, Facebook | Linktree
© Alison Blickle
Website: ALISON BLICKLE – Artist
IG: @alisonblickle
I am sad about the separation in our world
I feel, uncomfortable, with all of this suppression
Where my only antidote is through un-filtered expression
Intentional aggression
I can’t abide by this repression
I’m not trying to write to make some kind of impression
I just want an honest reflection
Maybe I should include a section
that warns you that I’m diagnosed as crazy
A little lazy
(isn’t that what society would label me?)
But, I won’t be the target for your ammunition
Nor, moulded to your perceptions
projections
I don’t see it as a rejection
That your closed mind
Can’t find the time
To pause ▐▐ and see through another’s eyes
Instead
You prefer to watch what I say with dread
With fear, that my ‘disease’ of insanity might spread
You prefer to ask me to
“tread lightly around
please don’t make a sound”
So, I don’t trigger the ground that you walk on
I’m not saying that you are wrong
& that I am right
It’s just this plight, that I find myself stuck in
Where I still want to be seen and heard for just, who I am
How far that I have ran
Where I’m seen for the depths and not just the surface
Don’t we, all deserve this?
I hate that you only see me through societies filters
Who told you how we should be
What’s acceptable and what’s crazy
Maybe, I am just angry
Because I am sad about the separation in our world
A place where deep down, I think we all just want to feel held
Safe to speak
Because a different way of being doesn’t make you weak
a freak.
Maybe, some of us just look at what others don’t want to/can’t see
The unexplored emotions
Oceans
of our humanity
I remember the days when we were persecuted for who we were
And still, for who we are
Because, can we really say we’ve come that far?
I don’t know.
But, what I know, is to not be accepted creates much shame
Separation invokes blame
When who you are is neglected, you feel much pain
The flame of who you are begins to wane
You feel alone and you feel afraid
The words behind another’s back
and to their face
when fueled with hate
Has us walking to a dismal fate
I don’t think, anymore, we should wait
deny
Try to cover truth with lie
Suppress the shadow that’s inside
Look at others through narrow minds
Simply because it’s harder to look through their eyes
We’d rather cry wolf
Distort reality
For our need to feel safe
In everything staying exactly the same
Not celebrate those going against the grain
Trying to show that there’s more than just one way
Judgement, is just another way to say you’re afraid
But hey,
these words aren’t here to lecture
Wake you up from your sleep
They simply point to the need
To the dream
For everyone to feel free
Free in who they came here to be
In who they are
Peel back layers of suffocating masks
& still
If we must question
Another’s intention
Why don’t we lead with
curiosity
compassion
an open heart
I think this, would be a great place to start
To bridge the divides on our Earth
Isn’t this, what we all deserve?
©Emma Evelyn Campbell
Email: emma@emmaevelyncampbell.com
Substack:
Planetary Transformation
We’ve come here fully prepared.
The traumas we accepted for this life
Finish our readiness
And strengthen our clarity for spiritual work
We do it joyfully,
To aid in this planetary transformation,
A great happiness,
Not unlike the childbirth I experienced,
Painful at times, but profound
To know the wisdom of the body
That can bring forth a living child.
The true reality of our human species
Is being born as you read this.
Is a woman a conduit or the life force itself?
We are all women now.
© Julie Stander
Substack: Writing from the Heart Jewel
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publishing December 27, 2023
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Rhiannon
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So beautiful all of it! xx
Beautiful Rhiannon, thank you for creating this space and sharing my poem in this months offering. I felt really connected to Samantha's poem, particularly the lines
"the Liminal Space
it is for the Wise
and the Foolish
for only those can understand the joy and pain that crossing such thresholds can offer."
it deeply spoke to threshold I find myself in, of holding both in this space. 💖