Living Liminal

<p>I heard you say something but I couldn't make it out. It sounded like you said there's a tiger in the backyard. </p><p></p><p>I laugh because by now it wouldn't surprise me. A tiger? Sure. Why not?</p><p></p><p>Because a pandemic and a heat dome and drought and a province on fire and grasshoppers and apocalyptic skies and endless ash and charred pine needles falling aren't enough. Let's add a tiger to the mix. Nothing surprises me anymore.</p><p></p><p>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>In 2020 every person in every place in the world was shaken. British Columbians in Canada learned to live in the liminality of waiting for a semblance of normal life to return while weathering an unprecedented heat dome and fire season followed by flooding and mudslides. By the summer of 2021 a tiger in the backyard seemed entirely plausible.</p><p><em>Living Liminal: A Slice of Pandemic Life</em> is a thoughtful collection of journal entries poetry blog and social media posts interspersed with government directives to provide context written during the COVID-19 pandemic. The author highlights the grief and grace of those two unforgettable years inviting the reader to notice the sacred woven through the daily rhythms of life.</p>