On Thresholds Crossed

And what is on the other side

Let it be known that I stood in front of the beaded archway that stands at the foot of the steps that lead to my house. In my hands I held a threshold that I fashioned for myself, following the specifications given to me by the Goddess of the Threshold. I adorned it with beads, buttons, and one small brass key that I whispered my wants into.
I set it on the ground, under the archway and took a deep breath.

I am partial to thresholds.
I like the casual ritual of moving from one space to another.
Of crossing an often unnoticed barrier but doing so with presence.
With purpose.
I give my attention to the moments where I stand at the edge.
A new space stretched out before me.
With the choice of how to be.
Sometimes, who to be.
As I make my way.
Across.

I was quite intrigued by the invitation to cross a threshold.
One of my making.
In service to leaving what was behind.
And stepping more fully into what could be.

The sky was getting dark, rain was on the way.
It was time.

Out loud, to no one and everyone, I said as she, the goddess, had…
“On this side is everything that was. One that side is all that could be.”

I turned and looked to all that was behind me…acknowledging the places where I had woven myself into commitments that kept me tangled in fears of doing it wrong.

I turned back, looking through the archway and over the threshold.
I spoke of what waited on the other side…a space in which I could choose my vision, my knowing, my path over and over again.
A place where I would trust myself the in ways I need to.

And then.
With nothing in my way.
I stepped over the threshold and made my way back inside, right before the rains came.

The questions I had been given sat on the coffee table.

“What is to be crossed?”

Me.
&
The wanting for a map that is not my own.
One that will lead to treasures I only think I want.

“What is on the other side?”

A stillness that wants to be felt.
A quiet that needs to be heard.
A way that is forged by my steps alone.
A trust in all that I am.

It has been a few days.
My bearings are still being gathered.
But there is a newness in perspective that is making itself known to me.
I find myself spending less time worrying if this or that will be ok.
And more time wondering what the possibilities are.

The way I work is…odd.
Or maybe it just feels that way to me.
But I believe that what is needed, in part, is for people to discover the mythology of their being.
The myth they need to know.
The myth they need to live.
Much of what I do is inservice to that.
I am aware of a sense of trust building within me…one that says that you get it. That you get me.
Even when it all seems a little odd…because maybe we are all a little odd.

With love and fire~
Jo Anna

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