Threshold Akin to opening a new writing pad A new sketchbook Standing in front of a blank canvas atop an easel Inhaling the scent of a pile of new wood, awaiting chisel Feeling the squish of fresh clay through caressing fingers Rubbing your pregnant belly, feeling the kick, the hiccup Moments of anticipation, hope, expectation. The freedom of fresh start, new beginning Releasing self from burdens past – Old wounds, mistakes, from that which feels unsalvageable. Standing at a precipice An entryway The threshold to the future Beginning with now What will cross that threshold? Can we release the past ~ The roles played, the disappointments, the wounds? Can we set them down Creating open hands, open heart free to accept – even embrace That which life now presents? Can we open our eyes to gaze forward ~ Informed by the past But not blinded? Can we open our hearts to love all To share our gifts freely While honoring Our own truths, our own delight? A New Year A Fresh Page. Let us all discover in it Our best selves Fulfill our highest desires And venture forward in love! Our broken world, So many broken hearts, Just might begin to slowly heal One threshold step at a time. Joyous New Year!