We cross thresholds every single day of our lives.
There is the point where we awaken to a new dawn. Yesterday is passed, we cannot go back there, and we step into a new day.
Like the saying of Heraclitus: “No man ever steps into the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
What is the story we have already told ourselves about this day?
Will it help us cross the threshold into new possibilities, or will it limit our gaze?