This week I saw a patch of cement that I haven’t seen in months, and it got me thinking. About thresholds.
That process of stepping over.
into.
out from.
through.
It can get a little messy.
You can be sure that something
will get left behind.
But you can’t be sure of
much else.
Just as what you know
starts melting away,
something else appears.
And, at some point, there’s a little of both at once. Worlds colliding.
It’s not the most beautiful part of the process.
Or,
is it?
Here’s to stepping over
your thresholds
and sloshing right on into
the
next
thing.
by julie rybarczyk
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