Today I paid a visit at our local retirement high rise. Here at church we refer to it as our south campus, what with a few dozen of our members living there. 373 more words
Tags » Liminal Space
I want to talk, for a moment if I may, about the god of liminal spaces.
I don’t know his (her/its/their) name; I only recognise him by the sound that emanates from him when he is near: a ringing in the ears, a moan on the wind, silence so complete it becomes its own sound, a piercing train whistle where there is no train readily visible. 223 more words