Come, sit with me and have some tea and raisin toast and we'll talk about our lives.
"One of the most beautiful gifts in the world is the gift of encouragement. When someone encourages you, they help you over a threshold you might otherwise never have crossed on your own. There are times of great uncertainty in every life. Left alone at such a time, you feel dishevelment and confusion like a gravity. When a friend comes with words of encouragement, lightness visits you and you begin to find the stairs and the door out of the dark. The sense of encouragement you feel from them is not simply their words or gestures; it is rather their whole presence enfolding you and helping you find that concealed door. The encouraging presence manages to understand you and put itself into your shoes." John O'Donohue Exploring our Hunger to Belong pg63.
This is what is feels like to me: I am on a threshold. It could be any threshold, it matters not if this threshold is "easy" for others to cross. For me it is hard. Alone, I cave in to my fears. With an encouraging hand, a non-judgmental hand, perhaps I might make it across. It doesn't matter in the virtual domain of non-local intelligence whether my choice is good or bad, wise or rash, right or wrong. Action is what is desired. Movement. A leap. Of faith.
For some threshold paintings see Blue Sky Dreaming's recent works here.