I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering
The Monk by the Sea, Caspar David Friedrich
"And perhaps we are most human, most what we are called to be, when we have one foot on the shore of that we know, and one foot in the mysterious, unknown ocean. This is where the poet and the painter stand, together with the best scientists and the wisest theologians: exploring, probing, digging deeper; and sometimes breaking through to a fresh realisation of truth. Art, science and theology meet and flower at the boundary of the known and the hidden" Michael Mayne, Learning to dance
Where am I standing?
"And perhaps we are most human, most what we are called to be, when we have one foot on the shore of that we know, and one foot in the mysterious, unknown ocean."
I'm not sure how much I cultivate this mix of known and unknown. I suspect that my efforts are geared towards eradicating what is unknown, leaving little room for mystery. At my best moments, when I am most centred, where I am more likely (I guess) to be in harmony with what I am called to be, mystery, curiosity and wonder are present. The poem, the picture, the article, the scripture. All are born here and in turn cultivate such virtues. Unavoidably I, we, need help in moving towards this boundary.
Who and what else nudges me towards the boundary, or liminal space as some call it? What helps me to stay there, in the place of confluence, where God waits, where God inhabits?