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Threshold

Threshold
Threshold, Amory Faulkner, oil on canvas

It’s the anticipation and what to do leading up to the New Year, and what to do afterward that consume our mind. Fireworks, parties, new clothes, liquid of all kinds…

The moment that turned 2012 to 2013 came and went quietly–at least, for most of us–unless you were born or dead at precisely that time, that marker has no transformative quality but to acknowledge a new beginning, a regeneration in the dying season, that we are given another chance (hooray for another chance!)

It’s a good reason to clean house, tie up loose ends, and file the past away. Excitement of the newness comes from the blank canvas, where anything is possible.

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The Longest Night

Emerged from the longest night, we have stepped through another portal.  Last night at Sacred Grounds there were music and poetry. We read poems about the Solstice.  The mood was hearty and celebratory.

Transformation takes place in stealth, where there is no resistance.  It needs an open gateway before the magic can work its way through.  I felt it when I saw my son Lawrence yesterday.  Our years of living apart has given him the freedom to live his life according to his own design.  My mind went back to the struggles we had when he was small.  In the darkest moment I thought I would never see the light.

But he and I have both emerged and transformed.  The longest night was behind us.  We stood at the threshold of a new dawn and said a loving farewell.

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