FEAR

We stand at the entrance to the cave. The mouth of Tayos. The gateway to an underworld. The threshold of liminal space.

Around us the full richness of the rainforest crowds in. The birdsong seems at its loudest,  the plant-life at its most verdant, the orchestra of insects at their most symphonic. All around us the sunlight washes down as if made warmer by proximity to the place it is absent from. But at our feet lies the lip of the cave and beyond that lip, a blackness that swallows the warm evening light. 65m below the floor of the chasm awaits; the first of many steps we will take down into the deep. 

Arriving at this threshold, time narrows into a simple binary of before and after; the world above and the dreamtime below. Fear in this moment is inescapable and yet transformative. The threshold of the cave is our altar to it. It accepts the offerings of our heart beats, our breath that comes fast and then slow, the tingling of our skin. It demands absolute presence.  

Our guides, the gatekeepers to this underworld, lead us to the edge.

Now is the time. There is no going back. Step over the threshold and into the liminal. 

THRESHOLD: ALCHEMY AT THE EDGE

WEAVING ARIADNE’S THREADS

Detangling the strands of fear on a journey through the labyrinth

MEETING THE EDGE

Weighing anticipation against presence

BREATH BY BREATH

Standing on the threshold to the unknown

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