What is Mid-tidal?
from the spaces between
I am of the middle. Born at the tail end of a decade and a generation, on the cusp of the cusp of a Cancer sun, into a family of five in between two sisters. The Middle One.
In the middle. Of my lifetime, of a partnership, of raising a human, of the arc of a career. Of a sandwiched generation.
I work and write from the middle. In and from the spaces between what was and what will be. Between who we were and who we are becoming. Proximal. Liminal. The fledgling and the fledging. Mid-tidal.
The “soft animal” of my body is drawn to the intertidal zone: sometimes it is a place free of water where we shed our layers, other times it is, and we too are underwater. Solitary and communal. Bracing and warming. Anchored and free. Moonset and sunrise. That time and space between.
I’m drawn to what cranio sacral therapy calls the mid tide. Thoughts and emotions are deeper, the body engages self-healing, and pain is perceived as reactions to imbalances. A drive to understand healing as wholeness and acceptance. Less desire to fix and more desire to be curious. Understanding emerges slowly and spontaneously.
As a coach and storyteller, I’m pulled to mid-tidal zones: the spaces between selves, stories, and seasons of life. Between needs and feelings, feelings and behaviors, stimulus and response, agreeing and understanding, experience and identity, reckoning and reconciliation, peacemakers and truthtellers, craving and claiming.
I’m new to Substack, though not new to writing and thinking and feeling. In this space, I will wind and weave and pull and sometimes unwind, like a hank of yarn. And, like my Hank, explore and dig and chase and circle and sometimes settle with a satisfied sigh, into the mid-tidal.
Join me.