I Am Cislunar

Ok peeps! Time to get arty farty.

Being diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer has left me in a liminal space and when I discovered there was a word that perfectly described the feeling, I was quite chuffed! It’s always satisfying to have words that encapsulate meaning.

Here’s a little excerpt from the poem.

…Yet I am neither here nor there. I am Cislunar. And here I pray: Write upon my heart the knowledge of peace. Engrave me with a place to call home. Graft me into new vines, new wine. A celebration of this liminal life. As I dwell in the rhythm of the axe that cut the tree that shaped the cross that lay upon your back. Rabbi, show me the beauty that only this kind of suffering can bring…