This is beautiful, Priya. The image of the "accordion-like connectors" as threshold feels so true to lived experience — that strange in-between where the old reality no longer fully holds, but the new one has not yet become solid beneath our feet.
And I loved the water lily metaphor. It reframes thresholds not simply as crossings to endure, but as moments of psychic and spiritual softening — perhaps even an initiation.
Maybe every authentic threshold asks something in us to unclench before we can blossom into the next becoming♥️🔥🙏
Camilla, apologies, I have been buried under homework. Thank you so much for sharing. The idea that the next phase hasn't yet solidified under our feet captures that feeling of unsteady beginnings. Unclench - it reminds me of being a child and tightly closing my eyes, the closing or clenching as defense against uncertainty.
I love how "unclench" provoked an image of yourself as a child tightly closing your eyes. It feels like such an instinctive response to uncertainty.
And what strikes me now is that your image of the water lily was already holding that same wisdom. The tightly closed bud and the tightly closed eyes both seem to arise from the same impulse: a desire to protect ourselves when we cannot yet see what comes next.
Perhaps every threshold invites a gentle unclenching. Not forcing the blossom open, but trusting that when the time is right, it will soften and unfold on its own.
Maybe that is why thresholds feel both tender and courageous at the same time❤️🙏
I feel like I vaguely remember reading the first one from a while back, which was cool.
The immediate thing that comes to mind when I think of thresholds is simply what I’m going through now, which is too much to explain here. But what I thought second was that, I guess, in some way, we’re always moving between one threshold or another depending on what we’re considering :)
This is beautiful, Priya. The image of the "accordion-like connectors" as threshold feels so true to lived experience — that strange in-between where the old reality no longer fully holds, but the new one has not yet become solid beneath our feet.
And I loved the water lily metaphor. It reframes thresholds not simply as crossings to endure, but as moments of psychic and spiritual softening — perhaps even an initiation.
Maybe every authentic threshold asks something in us to unclench before we can blossom into the next becoming♥️🔥🙏
Camilla, apologies, I have been buried under homework. Thank you so much for sharing. The idea that the next phase hasn't yet solidified under our feet captures that feeling of unsteady beginnings. Unclench - it reminds me of being a child and tightly closing my eyes, the closing or clenching as defense against uncertainty.
No apology needed, Priya. 😊
I love how "unclench" provoked an image of yourself as a child tightly closing your eyes. It feels like such an instinctive response to uncertainty.
And what strikes me now is that your image of the water lily was already holding that same wisdom. The tightly closed bud and the tightly closed eyes both seem to arise from the same impulse: a desire to protect ourselves when we cannot yet see what comes next.
Perhaps every threshold invites a gentle unclenching. Not forcing the blossom open, but trusting that when the time is right, it will soften and unfold on its own.
Maybe that is why thresholds feel both tender and courageous at the same time❤️🙏
Lovely reflections, Priya.
I feel like I vaguely remember reading the first one from a while back, which was cool.
The immediate thing that comes to mind when I think of thresholds is simply what I’m going through now, which is too much to explain here. But what I thought second was that, I guess, in some way, we’re always moving between one threshold or another depending on what we’re considering :)
Yes, totally, between one moment and the other, and between larger milestones. Thank you, Michael!
Exactly :)
Love this image. Currently at a threshold and will draw on the Lily pond when needed. Thank you.
Thank you, Carissa!