Weaving the Liminal: Invisible Threads
Hello loves,
The last two weeks held tenderness, difficulty, and remembering. There were moments that asked more of me than I expected and moments that reminded me I am not moving through life alone. When life gets hard, it can be difficult to see the threads of connection woven around us.
I spent time with people I love. Phone calls from a close friend who lives far away, checking in to ask if I was okay. A last-minute lunch date with a close friend. The smell of fresh-baked pizza dough filled the air as we laughed, smiled, and shared stories over mozzarella cheese sticks, pepperoni pizza, and a chicken salad. Quality time with a close friend, her family, and fur babies, where I sat at their kitchen table and shared what was coming up for me, feeling completely held in their presence.
A friend shared a beautiful photo of a baby blue jay lying among flowers. What stayed with me wasn’t just the image, it was also the story of how they met, the time they spent together, and the tenderness, love, care, and reverence for this beautiful soul and their relationship.
A sleepover at a friend’s house where I woke up to dogs barking, children’s voices, smiles, love, and fur baby cuddles. It was the best sleep I’d had all week. A hot cup of tea, pancakes, and bacon were waiting for me at the kitchen table. Their home feels like home. A place where I belong and I feel it through my entire body.
I heard about a new friend reading my poetry and essays aloud to a few mutual friends during their weekly Sunday poetry coffee date. My words traveled into a place I wasn’t in, held by others, and shared in a space of creativity and connection. My body warmed up a bit as I felt a wave of excitement move through me. I never thought about someone reading my words aloud, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Life became quiet, and I found myself returning to familiar places, familiar faces, and the simple moments that remind me of who I am.
At one of my favorite coffee shops, a friend joined me at the counter shortly before their shift so we could talk for a bit. Another friend placed her head on my left shoulder and we both leaned into each other, our heads resting together. I gently put my hand against her head, her long dark hair, damp from her shower. I can still smell her shampoo. Another friend shared that she calls me “bestie” under her breath. I was greeted by so many familiar faces, smiles, laughter, and stories.
I reconnected with a friend I haven’t spent time with since May. I was welcomed with a smile, hugs, and a beautiful journal that fits perfectly in my hands. A tree on the cover, with falling leaves wrapping around the spine. I felt its warmth and softness in my hands, opening it up to discover a handwritten note tucked inside. The tree reminds me of our friendship and how it’s evolved over the last year. Growing, changing, and shedding while its roots remain firmly planted in the ground.
During a conversation about magic and magicians, a friend turned to me, smiling, his eyes meeting mine, and said, “You’re a soul magician, but you already knew that.” I laughed and felt his words as they flowed in, through, and around me. We said our goodbyes later with a huge hug. The warmth he shared in his words, I felt again in his arms. He smelled like fresh-baked cookies. When I told him, he thanked me.
There are so many moments I am grateful for, even the difficult ones. I realized how held I am, that the bonds I have are strong, and that I can let go and be held. I’m not alone in this world. The invisible threads that connect me to the people I love and trust create a tapestry woven with so much love, connection, and care.
A blanket I can wrap myself in anytime I need to.
Who holds you? Who are the people, the invisible threads woven into your tapestry? Please share in the comments, I’d love to know.
Tomorrow, be someone’s thread.
XO,
Naomi
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