Navigating Grief and Transformation Through Liminal Space

Podcast Description: Episode 147 – Navigating Grief and Transformation Through Liminal Space

In Episode 147, we delve into the transformative journey of grief, exploring the concept of liminal space—that in-between phase where we experience profound changes and personal growth. As I share my own grieving story, starting with the moments before I learned of my loved one’s terminal diagnosis, we’ll uncover how grief begins and evolves, often unexpectedly. This episode reflects on the challenging, unsteady journey through liminal spaces, where we lose our old identities and face new, sometimes uncomfortable realities.

Drawing inspiration from Octavio Paz’s poem Between Going and Staying and Mary Oliver’s Morning Poem, we discuss the importance of embracing this space for what it teaches us about resilience, creativity, and transformation. If you’re navigating grief, loss, or major life changes, join us as we explore how each step through liminal space brings us closer to healing, hope, and a new beginning. Never quit, never give up—good things are on the horizon.

Keywords: grief journey, liminal space, personal growth, resilience, grieving process, transformation, Octavio Paz, Mary Oliver, hope after loss, navigating life changes.

Today’s Poem: As One Listens to the Rain by Octavio Paz

As One Listens To The Rain

Octavio Paz

Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,
water that is air, air that is time,
the day is still leaving,
the night has yet to arrive,
figurations of mist
at the turn of the corner,
figurations of time
at the bend in this pause,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
without listening, hear what I say
with eyes open inward, asleep
with all five senses awake,
it’s raining, light footsteps, a murmur of syllables,
air and water, words with no weight:
what we are and are,
the days and years, this moment,
weightless time and heavy sorrow,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
wet asphalt is shining,
steam rises and walks away,
night unfolds and looks at me,
you are you and your body of steam,
you and your face of night,
you and your hair, unhurried lightning,
you cross the street and enter my forehead,
footsteps of water across my eyes,
listen to me as one listens to the rain

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