The Thresholds

Hello friends,

In the norther hemisphere, February marks the cusp between winter and spring. In the southern hemisphere, February marks the cusp between summer and autumn.

Cusps and thresholds are tricksy places. Sometimes they feel like one thing or another—a blasting blizzard or the first warm breeze—and other times? They look and feel like something altogether their own. Cusps are filled with the magic of possibility. All we have to do is pause and notice.

I write a lot about liminal spaces: where concrete meets the flower bed, where dusk straddles day and night, where my own internal processes start that slow, then sudden, shift toward something new.

Every time we prepare to cross a threshold, we get a chance to learn something. We get a chance to remember who we are and who we are becoming.

The blank page. The empty canvas. The doorway to a new situation. The quiet before dawn. An impending birth or death…

What thresholds are you moving toward right now? How does that make you feel?

Are you frightened? Excited? Or a little bit of both?

best wishes - Thorn

Speaking of February: did you know that my fast-paced, queer Urban Fantasy By Flame is set during this time? Spoiler: The Goddess Brigid plays a pivotal role in the plot!

YouTube update: offerings include a brief video about reading: In Praise of Libraries.(thanks, paid newsletter readers, for helping to fund accurate captioning)I’ve also got a longer-form video up called What’s Stopping You? I bet you’ll find some food for thought there.