The time between the end-of-year holidays and the beginning of a new year can be disorienting. We may feel in limbo, no longer part of what is past but not yet embarked on the new.
As I feel the discomfort of this “liminal space," I remember the caterpillar and its time in the dark soup, unaware of the beautiful butterfly it is becoming.
I bow to all that I have been through until now, and I allow the unknown to be unknown for now.
I adopt an air of joyful expectancy, knowing the divine spark within me has no limits.
Here I am, newness, ready and waiting.