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From the Threshold
October 11, 2017
"Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering 'It will be happier.'"
Alfred Tennyson
I am so grateful that I have you to write to. Especially because I am up to my neck in boxes as I prepare to move my residence (next week!), and I need a little diversion. So thank you for that. Thank you even more for the outpouring of support I have received since my mother's passing at the end of August - I have felt your love. And thank you especially for your support while I helped to care for her during the eight months preceding her death - I can tell you, she felt your love, too.
So the healing continues. It is raw and sweet, gentle and brutal, mundane and profound. I find myself surrendering to the Universe every day - except when I don't, and that's okay too. Life is beautiful, even when we venture beyond what we know.
Figuratively, the threshing floor is where we tread, turn, twist, or flail as we do our inner work. That's where I've been these past several months, and I feel as though I am nearing the threshold - that strip of wood or brick or metal or dirt that marks the passageway into the next room - a portal of sorts, marking my own transformation.
I look forward to crossing that threshold into the next room, into the next chapter of my life, into the world beyond - into my new home. In the meantime, I'm enjoying as best as I can the process of moving as I thrash about on the floor with all of these boxes! And once again, thank you for your support - I can already feel it.
So the healing continues. It is raw and sweet, gentle and brutal, mundane and profound. I find myself surrendering to the Universe every day - except when I don't, and that's okay too. Life is beautiful, even when we venture beyond what we know.
Figuratively, the threshing floor is where we tread, turn, twist, or flail as we do our inner work. That's where I've been these past several months, and I feel as though I am nearing the threshold - that strip of wood or brick or metal or dirt that marks the passageway into the next room - a portal of sorts, marking my own transformation.
I look forward to crossing that threshold into the next room, into the next chapter of my life, into the world beyond - into my new home. In the meantime, I'm enjoying as best as I can the process of moving as I thrash about on the floor with all of these boxes! And once again, thank you for your support - I can already feel it.