The Between

Sitting in the beauty of the garden with the sun setting, eating an amazing meal with a lovely glass of wine, the woman said, "I can't wait to get out of this prison." The person next to her was taken back, what did she mean, this was heaven on earth, what most people long for in their dreams. But for her, this destination came after the death of her dream and held all the healings and learnings of her pain. This place reminded her of who she was and who she hadn't yet become. This place was her Between.
In our journey of life we have times of change, times of transition and usually, just once, a great identity shift. Known in history and literature as the Hero's Journey, it is a designated process of losing who we thought we were, becoming someone new and then reentering the world. Sitting in the middle of an ending and a beginning, The Between holds the fragile task of metamorphosis. The cocoon where we become someone new.
Not a stranger to the place, I have often described this process as wearing a wet, wool sweater over a cold, naked body -terribly uncomfortable. It holds all the memory and all the hope, the dark nights and glimpses of dawn, who we no longer are and the doubts about who we are becoming. Much like a prison, it holds the grievance of our past and the uncertainty of our future. More than anything it carries a fragrance of yearning, to be done, complete, finished. Yet, in the end, when it is done, complete, finished, The Between remains the quiet whisper of what we are truly made of and what gave us wings to fly.

To read more about this incredible journey pick up: Cultural Creatives, by Paul Ray and Sherry Anderson