Within the grip of winter, it is almost impossible to imagine the spring. The grey, perished landscape is shorn of colour. Only bleakness meets the eye; everything seems severe and edged. Winter is the oldest season; it has some quality of the absolute. Yet beneath the surface of winter, the miracle of spring is already … Read more
In our farmhouse, we have several doors with odd handles. On one side is a round handle, and on the other is a lever type. This is because one of our dogs was extraordinarily good at opening doors. Even ones that required pulling towards you. Sadly she is no longer with us. Yet her memory … Read more
A shift occurs when we cross a threshold. It’s both external and internal, though not always immediately apparent. Because our surroundings change, and so do we. And when boundaries are protected to define who belongs where – we also create a new story about who we are. So this is not a space for those … Read more
THRESHOLDS Before and after,lines that shapethe space between. Invitations tounknown possibilities,that whisper promisesof hope and dispelinner boundarieswith light. Come, cross with melet’s see what’son the other side. + Sue Heatherington Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿 ~ Crocuses often mark the threshold of spring, and these are glorious.
How many of usare waiting to come home?To arrive at the door,and not have to knock.To know we are welcome,here, now, in this place.Crossing the thresholdof grace, with grace. + Sue Heatherington ~ Thinking of the many far from home, physically and metaphorically. And those currently approaching a threshold, unsure of what they will find. … Read more
Today as we more intentionally shift towards The Art of Quiet Disruption, it seems appropriate to revisit a poem I wrote in 2020. At the end of the first Creative’s Workshop, run by Seth Godin and Akimbo, I wanted to capture the sense of the threshold we were crossing. This is the result, and it’s … Read more
May my mind come alive todayTo the invisible geographyThat invites me to new frontiers,To break the dead shell of yesterdays,To risk being disturbed and changed. + John O’Donohue, from ‘A Morning Offering’, in Benedictus: A Book of Blessings This is not a comfortable or comforting space. But it is alive with possibilities.
Indeed, tomorrow is a new year. Yet, in reaching for my usual John O’Donohue’s blessings – For a New Beginning and For a New Year – I sensed that 2023 might require something different of us. I don’t know what it is, though I suspect we might need more courage and hope than we have … Read more
Recently I’ve been conscious of being on the edge of time. We have never been where we are today and need fresh eyes to see it properly. In this space, words from ‘A few miles above Tintern Abbey’ by Wordsworth, quoted by Bob Leckridge, have lodged with me: While with an eye made quiet by … Read more
It feels like this is a timely issue – pun intended. For a while, our experience of time has been shifting. On the one hand, we are even more conscious of the astonishing pace of life. And wonder if our human frame can flourish here in all its complexity. Conversely, there is a growing sense … Read more