A Personal Reflection on the Liminal Spaces in Life

Chuck Wendig said that writing the middle of the novel is the most difficult task. He called it a murmuring person. Other people call it the middle of droop. The limit is in the middle. It is usually a gap between suffering, stopping, and changing. Even your old habits, beliefs, even personal identity will get worse. In that limited time, you will have the opportunity to become a new person. The Liminal space is in the middle of all the wonderful stories. In the movie, the plot has distortion.

Personally, I have explored the meaning of living in an extreme space. When I decided whether to accept the proposal, I met this concept in a particularly limited space in my life. When I talked about the meaning of Richard Rohr controlling space, I was fascinated by some meditative literature. I recognized the limit as a concept spreading in spiritual practice. Ethnographic magazine scholars and ethnologists in Europe used Arnold van Genep for the first time to use the restrictive concept to describe the turning ritual of the 20th century. His work identified three stages: rituals of establishment, transition and reintegration

A few weeks ago, when I was browsing the Internet, I found a post about limiting the space. I rolled over before rolling back. There is a waiting room and a freeway in Liminal space. I live in a limited space. This is not the end. Bakersfield is a stop between Berkeley and the rest of my life.

The airport is a so-called restricted space. Because it is the space you pass through, it has its odd momentary mental energy. In the past few weeks my life feels like a limiting space ... when I packed my life I gave up my book, told a bunch of goodbyes, and quit my job, traveling Purpose, it feels like every New York is an airport, my stay is very long

In spite of the hard work of 5 hours, the pure attraction to the so-called "limited space" fascinated me. The airport is romantic as it is. As for the charm of the remaining space, there is something to say about the limits of those strange intermediate places. This is not usually a place reminiscent of childhood memories, but I have recently returned to California and I am doing this now in my mind.