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“Life migrates. It is dynamic. It moves from the south pole to the north pole and back again in a single season. It is turbulent. It has its own inner gyro. It flies, as do the great migratory flocks through the sky at night, fixing on its own constellation, its own guide star, its own polar star. And unlike ocean surfing Grebes, we are not flock fliers.

We fly individually. We may feed with others and make love to one another, but we are born and die alone; we migrate alone to the drum of our own hearts and our own destinies. But, we must move or we perish. Our creative fires disappear without the fluttering of our soul wings. The liminal self is a flier.

The liminal nestles close to beauty, especially beauty’s primal vessel, the earth. The liminal always walks the earth, it always finds its opening through a crack in the earth whether that be literal earth or inner psycho-spiritual terrain. Therefore, all liminal work is walking earth work. It is pilgrimage work.”

— Terrill Gibson. Unpublished Journals.