Sitting Days Twenty One and Twenty Two

On Day Twenty One, I sat still as we flew along the East Coast to be with someone dear at a very difficult time. I adore Emily Saliers of the Indigo Girls but especially the lines from 'Get Out the Map', 

Why do we hurtle ourselves through every inch of time and space,

I must say around some corner I can sense a resting place,

With every lesson learned a line upon your beautiful face . . . 

When someone is very ill, and we stop to attend, we experience a liminal space where the experience of time and boundaries dissolve. 

Liminal space is that space we enter during great uncertainty; when 

we stand in the threshold between what was, and what is to be, the 

details of which are not yet revealed.

Liminal space is where we are tonight. And it is in, and with, liminal 

space, that I will be simply sitting.