Two sunsets: and an aurora
At the boundaries. On thresholds.
We’re living in liminal times, more so than ever, I think. We experience this all around us—the potential to meet our challenges, to grow and evolve culturally. While, at the same time, crises, climate, war and more push our edges ever more to extremities.
Consequently, this enklavene is glorious liminal sunsets and aurora, the spaces where fire and water merge, sky and sea are together, the sun and nighttime co-exist.
Sure, liminal and crises
sucks. You can’t grasp it with your hands and shape it. You can’t make midnight come faster, or grow up sooner, or avoid the in-betweens. You can only hang in there, and get through them. —— Karen Marie Moning
And we can hang in these places of transition, despite the challenging rawness, in a space of beauty as well.
Click in the gallery below. Pause. Breath the wildness of these times, the grandeur. Appreciate our times. Times when we’re collectively old enough, humans grown-up enough to know better yet too young to realize this completely enough and adequately enough.
Click on to the next sunset. Then to the aurora after the sunset.
These photos were taken two weeks ago. I can feel the potentials for social transformation meeting our crises more strongly in such surroundings. I hope the metaphor and more in these photos helps to hold a graceful space for you too.
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Thank you Simon. Beautifully, eloquently pointing to the depth and potential of these amazing times. Thank you for draping our terrible and fearsome dramas times with so much beauty and hope. I too have a sense that in ways too mysterious to know, somehow we will find our balance again.
Thank you too! I don’t know about you, maybe similar, and I find my heart breaking, tears welling, as I am in spaces like this, standing or sitting breathing with such sunsets… beauty, hope, fearsome drama and terrible unfolding all present quite simultaneously.