Some walk the edges of this unreal reality and the place of shadows and dreams.
Some are observers, seeing connections, bearing witness, ready... for something that cannot be named. Something that is eternally present.
Some make agreements to step in and hold light (or shade) to the forgotten worlds of other ways.
Between any two points of view, there is a precious place of crossing over... and a time of transition - inviting, dark and undefined.
Some are called to stand strong on the ground of in-between, roots reaching in to earthy soil - raw and rich with possibility, memory and the stirrings of seeds.
A place without the dangers of assumed transcendence from fixed points of destination.
A place inside us that remembers we are no more or less than natural.