Thresholds

Poems of overflow and blessing

“Without warning, thresholds can open directly before our feet… In the ecstasy and loneliness of one’s life, there are certain times when blessing is nearer to us…Whenever you give a blessing, a blessing returns to enfold you.” - John O’Donohue “To Bless The Space Between Us”

Early September has felt very much like a threshold to me. Things are shifting externally and internally and the “I” of me is the ecotone between those two states of flux: a horizon line with no weight; a shore with waves that erode and recede, bless and then bow back.

The threshold is the opening for the blessing to flow both ways. And so I offer some recent odes. Some older words of praise. Poetry is what I turn to in moments of overflow. And I let these poems overflow to you.