We are nearing the close of another season of LIMBO. It’s been a good season and watching LIMBO flourish as more participants come to the workshop meetings has been a source of joy for all of us who are involved.

It’s a privilege to bear witness to how participants discover and grow in their strengths–remembering that they carry all these talents and gifts with them and they have the right to be here and actually, they haven’t yet showed us all that they can be. During yesterday’s session, one of the participants painted a beautiful image of a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon–saying in their own words: “this is me in my former life and this is me in my life now, carrying some of the same colours from before, but I am more me now.”

The conversations in LIMBO are a reminder of why spaces like these are needed.

I worry a little as I think about the precariousness of LIMBO’s future. Will we still get funding for the next season? Will we be able to continue? How can we bring LIMBO’s participants into existing networks? How can we support the community of LGBTQ+ asylumseekers who have come to LIMBO?

I am then reminded that we can only do what we can do, right now. We can’t control the future. We can’t control circumstances or events, but we can do what we can do in this time that’s available to us with the resources that we have right now.

During yesterday’s workshop, Rafik Opti, our wonderful guest facilitator, invited us to visualise through painting, the kind of world we want to see. Maybe visualise through the use of animals, they said. And they used the example of how they like to visualise their self as a friendly dinosaur. It was such a beautiful sunny day and I was happy to be in LIMBO again after missing the last meeting because I was sick. I wanted to capture the brightness of the sun and the light I was feeling. I wanted to just smear colour on the canvas. I discovered that it doesn’t always work as I imagine it should, but I thought I saw a pterodactyl emerging from the mess I made, and flowers blooming amid the morass and then one of the participants said: ‘but I see an eye. I see an eye looking from the canvas and there is a flower blooming from its eye.’

I thought of how beauty can be found even in messiness and how art isn’t about perfection–just as life isn’t about perfection. The true art is in the ability to see what is hopeful and good and beautiful when we think there is none. I think that’s what we do for each other in LIMBO. Everyone goes through difficult days, but we can be there to remind each other that there are also sunny days and flowers can bloom in unexpected places.

I hope that you who read this entry will find flowers in unexpected places. Hope and joy to carry you through days that may sometimes seem grim and dark. I wish you blessings and peace and thank you for dropping by.

*If you have time, visit Rafik’s site. Make sure to watch Black Joy. Rafik is paving the way for others to follow in their footsteps.