Liminal spaces in Haunted Mansions

 Dom and I have been in a liminal space for quite some time now.
Liminal is defined as occupying a position at, or both sides of, a boundary or threshold, by the Oxford dictionary.

Warning: this will be a rather esoteric or existential musing. I can’t promise anything here but my rambling thoughts.

Liminal spaces are sometimes described as hallways. It’s the transition from one space to the next, but it’s not the destination. It’s just the space you occupy to reach the next room or space. It’s also the emotional space before transitioning. ***But what if your hallway feels never-ending?

We just watched The Haunted Mansion. I loved the ride at Disneyland as a child. I was terrified of scary movies and scary things, but the Haunted Mansion is set in a New Orleans style square and just outside the line for the mansion upbeat New Orleans jazz plays. I loved the cheerful music, and the well tended shade garden as we wound our way outside the grand mansion to get inside to the ride. The depictions of early 1800’s gracious living over ruled my juvenile fears of haunted houses.
But I digress. I’m thinking of a particular aspect of the tour punctuated in the movie. One of the main characters is running down the hall trying to get out and the hall just keeps expanding so he can't get out and then and there I am feeling it. The hallways in the mansion were ever expanding to keep the characters from getting to where they were going. They were stuck in a liminal space, if you will. 

In the Disney attraction, even before you see the endless hallway, you enter an anteroom that is really a sort of stretching elevator. The portraits hanging on the wall begin as innocuous paintings of innocent looking people and stretch into something ominous, revealing something sinister behind the innocent facade, all while a ghost voice ushers you through. When you exit this room and make your way down a never-ending hallway, the portraits here look like lovely people or pleasant scenes and transform into something garish and freaky when lightening strikes. Everything is not what it seems. And it’s all just a passage. Technically, at Disneyland, you’re still “in line” for the “ride”, but you’re actually also inside the attraction and experiencing the event. You're both in a liminal space and in the destination.

Beautiful lady

Is actually balancing on a tightrope. Hmmm...feels familiar.

 

Feels a lot like where we are now. We’re still in the liminal space of waiting for the next step, but we’re also in life. It’s here and now.

So I have to wonder if we’re really trapped in this haunted hallway of transition that should have been just a quick jaunt from one room to the next, or if we are actually on the ride already, and I’m mistaken that we’re stuck in a hallway that won’t end.

 

All I know is: this entertaining and enjoyable movie brought up a lot of feels for me.

Before cancer was one place. After transplant was the next. We thought we would transition through hospital stays to the great “back to life” of living at home and being recovered and moving forward with our careers and lives.
Only. The debilitating Gvhd. It stretched our threshold of transitioning.
And then Covid. Without a doubt, this new world of a highly transmissible airborne virus has ushered us firmly into what feels like a never ending hallway of waiting complete with spooky paintings and ghostly voices.
I feel like we both thought if we can just get past this, we’ll be free to move forward, but the threshold keeps moving. It feels like we’re endlessly running and the door is just out of reach.

If you look closely at the image below, you'll see the transformation. Sometimes, the impact of Dom's disease and Covid makes me feel like the final portrait, but being home, with our beloved things reminds me that it's just a ride and it's full of laughs.

 

So don’t get me wrong. Can you tell I love Disney? I do. One thing I’ve been really bummed about these past six years is not being able to introduce Dominic to Disneyland and to invite myself along when my special Cece went for the first time. When I got out of high school, I got a job at Disneyland. My cousin and I would go spend time in the land themed New Orleans Square, enjoying the ambiance. To be able to see myself in a Disney story should feel a little comforting. It's such a familiar place. It has brought me so many good memories. Only, I didn’t realize of all the Princess and Fantasy options, I’d relate to the Haunted Mansion. (To be honest though, I’ve also fallen down the Rabbit Hole and met Caterpillars and Mad Hatters.)

All that to say; it’s not bad to be in a liminal space. And I don’t feel horrible that life didn’t turn out as we planned. I do feel a bit under equipped. There’s “What to Expect When You’re Expecting.” You get a guidance counselor in college. I grew up in a church where potential life partners received marriage counseling before tying the knot. But, no one plans on cancer. Or disability. It just happens. We had just exited a liminal space before the cancer. We had just, finally, at advanced ages established ourselves into our career goals. We had exited the hallway and were in really grand rooms with people and prospects. I finally felt like a certified grown up. I've been regressing ever since.

The funny thing is, the Facebook algorithm lords noted my search of liminal and suggested for me an article in Architecture and Design. Seriously. All my chat about hallways and art and liminal spaces led me to a design magazine. So, I clicked on the article and came across words like nostalgia and kidcore and I’m shaking my head yah, yah, I get it. I am totally feeling this. I just bought an ornament that depicts a nursery rhyme reminding me of the children’s cutlery I used as a babe. Also, I bought a dollhouse to paint. I am totally feeling nostalgia and kidcore. I’ve embraced whimsey as my primary decor aesthetic. Embracing this has brought me a lot of joy. I am digging this article that seems to affirm my regression.

And then I got to the last paragraph. Mind you, this is after I’ve decided that Dom and I are currently stuck in a liminal space, and I'm actually embracing the life we're building in our hobbit hole.
But the critical thing is—though you are nostalgically drawn to these spaces, you cannot overstay your welcome. Spend a few minutes embracing this amniotic bliss—in the end you have to leave.

And now I feel like someone yanked me off my unicorn.

I have no idea how we’re going to outrun this hallway.
Dominic and I definitely move differently. We’re processing all that we’ve been through differently because we’ve experienced it differently. But we’re both experiencing the alienation of isolation. We’re grappling with what it means. And, we’re grappling with what the room will look like when we get out of the hallway.
We went out with friends recently for the first time since Covid happened. 3 years, and it was our first, and last outing. We met outside at a cafe for coffee. As we’re telling these lovely friends that it’s been so long since we’ve been in a social situation like this, we felt like babes in the woods, something funny happened. We’d ordered pastries and the cashier brought them out to us in little paper bags. We all reached in and started taking bites. Dom pulled his pastry out and put it in his mouth. A peculiar look crossed his face and he blurted out “babe” in that special way that holds so much meaning between couples. I looked at him fearful of what he’d discovered. Was it a hair? A bug? What caused this plaintive cry? His pastry was in plastic wrap. I still can’t even tell this story without laughing as I type because it is so nothing and everything at the same time. I fell into uncontrollable laughter. This man, who is still most definitely a man, who has endured so much and also relied on me for so much could only cry out to me when his pastry was in plastic wrap and it just stunned him into crying out to me for some explanation. We both laughed into hysterics at the absurdity of it all. And our friends looked at us a little bit like they may need to back away slowly.

And that is a lot how we feel in general. Nearly everyone has backed away slowly as we’ve devolved into hobbit like creatures who just want the comfort of home and a nice warm cup of tea.
And, we’re not entirely sad about it.
The world has gone mad. Well and truly bonkers. It feels a bit more “off with their heads” mad than Mad Hatter. (By the way, a friend just wrote a book of recipes inspired by Alice in Wonderland, and I will be having Alice inspired teas and parties outside. You should come.) 

But, as you can probably tell from my many allusions to the never-ending hallway, not much has changed here.
And in some ways, in a lot of ways, that’s okay.

Post script:

 The book is called Alice in Wonderland The Official Cookbook, published by Insight Editions

Just for funsies, my brother went to Disney's Haunted Mansion to capture some video for me. I'm not able to insert the videos, but here's a few more stills and his youtube channel. Hearing him laugh through the ride made me laugh out loud. It was good.

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