A liminal place where water meets land; a liminal time when winter yields to the greening of spring
We humans have recognised the liminal times since our first awakening – the change of winter into spring, of summer into winter, the pivotal solstice as the old year yields to the new.
So too the liminal places where water meets land, and land meets sky – henges we built and monuments to celebrate these sacred times and places.
57 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Liminal
crispina kemp 
Wonderfully done, Crispina.
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Thank you, Dale. Wasn’t easy to clip it to so few words. I could wax lyrical for days on this one!
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I’ve no doubt you could! For someone who doesn’t write micro fiction… 😉
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🙂
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Wow! That was masterfully woven. Such a sacred feel about it..
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Sacred places, the liminal. And so when we walk the beach or the riverside, we feel… charged, renewed, connected, problems are solved, optimiism flourishes.
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I haven’t got the words so….💜🌾🌻
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Better than words, Jen
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Thanks 🙂💜
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🙂
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Beautiful Crispina.
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Thank you, Andrea
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Used the word better than I could have. 🙂
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I thank you. It ties in with myths… the mythic time, the mythic place
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Well crafted! The descriptions seem so real and alive.
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I thank you. And so real, cos that’s what they are. I write mythic fantasy. For me, mythic fantasy is set in liminal places and liminal times
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