While I am no longer in fight or flight mode, I am in a liminal space — an uncomfortable, tricky, confusing, wondrous, and fertile place to be. I am left with questions about how best to be in relationship with and locate myself within this land I now call home. A part of me who craves certainty and resists change wants to force answers, dismissing this in-between as a moment to quickly push past. Another part of me feels stalled and anxious for clear directions.