We are always on a threshold

In addition to writing this letter each week, I lead a contemplative self-care practice weekly, via Zoom, on Friday afternoons. You can read about it here.
This week, I read Threshold by Maggie Smith from her new book Goldenrod.
You want a door you can be
on both sides of at once.
You want to be
on both sides of here
and there, now and then,
together and—(what
do we call the life
we would wish back,
if we could? The before?)
—alone. But any open
space may be
a threshold, an arch
of entering and leaving.
Crossing a field, wading
through nothing
but timothy grass,
imagine yourself passing from
and into. Passing through
doorway after
doorway after doorway.
I will be forming a limited number of in-person local groups of five to six members in the coming months; please reach out if you are interested in learning more. And, if you would like to be added to my email list for the Friday 5:00 p.m. Zoom calls and receive a file of each week's poem, please respond to this post.
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