Crossing thresholds of time
Surrender and remembrance as we welcome a new year
I stood in the way of the sunbeam shining through my kitchen window.
I closed my eyes and felt the light on my face. I almost missed it. This moment to notice and receive care from the sun’s is-ness.
My first day of the year was full of cooking. This was by choice. For breakfast, I wanted pancakes from scratch. This was al…