I’m not gone. But sometimes I feel gone. At least from the places I started to establish myself, and wanted to grow and connect (like my blogging community), before I fell into the rabbit hole of Grad School!!
AND… then again.. I feel like I am changing my very sense of place, my very sense of self, the very structure of my DNA… as if I am right now being sent through a transporter beam and I am just slowly looking down and finding myself more and more … “here”. In a very new here, a very new place.
(But part or most of my particles are still in the old place or en route. VERY odd!! Very VERY odd!)
I love noticing things like this. I hope that I am capturing this experience adequately. <Don’t you sometimes wish you were…. photographic?> How do you catch the “in between times”? The Liminal time!! We don’t have natural language for this! Can I even hope to retrieve this experience in or near its fullness when that possible future someone is going through something similar, and maybe something I noticed or learned in the process could help? Am I making sense of this experience in a way that is useful to myself? And Bonus: To others?
Class bright and early in the a.m. Off to bed. Off to sleep… I hope!