Word for Today: Possibility
When we embark on an intentional journey like a pilgrimage, we are making a commitment to live in the space of threshold. Threshold is the liminal place, the place of not knowing how things will turn out. I believe it is the place of possibility.
—Christine Valters Paintner, The Soul of a Pilgrim: Eight Practices for the Journey Within
Reflective Question: As you continue on your inner pilgrimage, what are the thresholds of your own life? Which thresholds are calling you to cross but feel difficult to face or challenging to imagine?
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I’ve been reading along with these posts and pondering quietly. The notion of threshold and possibility struck me today, though. I’ve been struggling with the purpose of my life. Almost 9 years widowed, in my early sixties, children grown and on their own. I moved out of the city over 6 years ago to find peace, hope and healing…and all have come in some measure as I began to make textile art in earnest, to study, to forge new friendships…
But it struck me today as I read this that in all that time I’ve not moved very far away from the threshold from my past into this new life. I’m hanging around instead of moving onward, moving forward. I haven’t embraced fully any sort of “possibility” or purpose for this new part of my journey. I am in danger of becoming immobile…as Lot’s wife was, looking back at her past. It’s time to shut that door, to close off that threshold…and look expectantly to the one that’s down the road, over the hill and ’round the corner!
“threshold… place of possibility”
I heard about Pilgrimage of Resurrection through the journal Image and I just signed up for it. It sounds wonderful. I commit to a daily drawing in a sketch book in variable media (pencil, pen, watercolor, collage).
My first experience of playing with acrylics! This speaks to me of endless possibility which can emerge from seeming chaos