Thresholds

Oh, what can I say?  I have been very deep in the process of moving, helping the children through the end of their school year, and finishing up the details of a wedding that is day after tomorrow.  Oh, and working three jobs.  I am ready for things to calm down!  After so many years of a very slow lifestyle, this has been a challenging nine months!

I was talking to an old friend yesterday about thresholds, and crossing them.  It seems to me, with my limited view, that we women have quite a number of them in our lives.  Womanhood, mothering, loss, new life, shifting seasons.  I have come to see that moving through those places almost always results in something better, newer versions of our older selves.  I had a moment of panic last week, knowing that things are about to change forever.

I had one of those before my first date with Bill, too.  It was as though I knew I was standing on the edge of something very big.  I took the children up to the Snail Place and we watched the sunset, me knowing it was the last time it would be just the four of us.  We stood there and really soaked it in, and the next day, I was on another mountaintop beside someone new, experiencing all kinds of new feelings.  It was a threshold, a crossroads, and I stepped into a new season of life that has brought us all such joy.

And so I'm getting ready to do all that again, stepping over another crack in a rock, and taking Bill's hand to do it.  I've moved East, the place of the future, and I'm walking new roads.