I am fortunate to be part of several online communities. In one of them a fellow traveller posted a comment at the end of my lengthy response to a lesson prompt:
When I read your thoughts, I can’t help but feel that there’s a question there, underneath it all.
If you were to finish what you wrote with a question, what would that question be?
Cultivating curiosity and living with questions is part of inhabiting the liminal space. Our now but not yet.
I know it takes courage to stay with our questions, holding the twin emotions of uncertainty and stupidity (that I don’t have an answer…)
Yet it is in this fertile space that the new grows.
It always does.