We find ourselves in a place of the in-between, its contours slipping from the grasp of our gaze. The perkiness of hope lingers, embarrassed, amongst the detritus.
So what if this is exactly where we are supposed to be? What would it be like to see this place without staring, to soften into the sideways, and yield unto the creeping threads of doubt? What if this obscurity is a gift?
We don’t need more answers; we need – we are yearning for – more mystery. Answers track forward from where we were, confined to our habitual line of sight, and flatten our aliveness to the roaring strangeness of where we are right now. Answers make our world smaller. Mystery drops in and enchants, unfurls, transforms us. Authorise your surrender.