FIELD NOTES FROM THE IMAGINATION #002: The Threshold of Collapse
A reflection on collapse, sacred reception, and what it means to be welcomed—just as you are—at the edge of your strength.
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“I can but die,” I said, “and I believe in God. Let me try to wait His will in silence.”
— Jane Eyre, Chapter 28
Some moments don’t ask for greatness.
They ask for surrender.
In this second issue of Field Notes from the Imagination, I want to speak to the ones who feel frayed at the edges—the dreamers running on fumes, the makers who’ve given all their light to others.
This is a note from the threshold. A reflection on collapse, on sacred hospitality, and on what it means to be received when you have nothing left to offer.
The door is open. Come in.
We talk often about the need to be seen.
But there’s something deeper than that.
More urgent than admiration.
More essentia…