Outlines, borders, frontiers, thresholds—anything liminal always rings with mystery because it speaks of transition. And transitions are often tortuous to manage. But as I looked at these frosty maple leaves, I saw a clue to managing transitions.
Keep one foot in the known and one foot in the unknown. Hold and honor them both. Then wait. Wait for your world, outer and inner, to unfold its weather. Wait for the sun of a new day.
It will surely come.
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