Here we are in final month of 2025. December is such an in-between month for me. A threshold of ends and beginnings, a threshold of heavenly thoughts and earthly passions, a threshold of being together and feeling alone. 

The concept of thresholds has held my imagination for years. Twenty-five years ago I read The Art of Family by Gina Bria. One chapter was about thresholds from an anthropological perspective – the place where the world and your home/family criss-cross. Across the cultures and throughout mythology, this practical every day doorstep has come to hold symbolic meaning. 

Lately, I’ve been thinking about a more mystical or spiritual approach to thresholds. As we’ve walked the slow path of mourning my Brother and FatherInLaw this year, I find myself captivated how suddenly their whole lives are present in my remembering – not just our most recent interactions. I find myself knowing that they are both ‘gone’ and ‘ever-present’ – more than they ever were in our lives. It is a threshold, a crossing.

When I work with individuals or small groups, the threshold of I am and I am Becoming creates powerful conversations. The strength of standing in conviction and a flexibility that allows the winds of life to lead a dance with you brings a royal posture to an individual’s personhood. 

And with each season, each moon, each birthday, each holiday, each new year – there is that threshold of completion and beginning. 

Cycles of life. Cycles of death.

Passing each other with a sacred nod of knowing and love.