'Cannot be crossed without the heart being passionately engaged and woken up'. I felt like this stepping into my 40s. A new atmosphere envelopes me. Thresholds that can not be crossed back over. Sometimes we are so eager or excited to cross that bridge, this carries us in a euphoric dance. Leaving us no room to consider what we are leaving behind. And we can never go back. Some thresholds we don't want to cross, we know we are getting closer to them. They are hard to swallow, stick in the gullet. Bitter sweet. Like childhood, our own, own children's. It would be nice if 'time' offered us a pass occasionally, to enjoy moments for longer. Tree blessings.
Wouldn't it? I feel this threshold strongly with my daughter and the summer closing. It is familiar. I felt it each time one of my children approached it. I knew things would not be the same the next summer. They were not.💓
'Cannot be crossed without the heart being passionately engaged and woken up'. I felt like this stepping into my 40s. A new atmosphere envelopes me. Thresholds that can not be crossed back over. Sometimes we are so eager or excited to cross that bridge, this carries us in a euphoric dance. Leaving us no room to consider what we are leaving behind. And we can never go back. Some thresholds we don't want to cross, we know we are getting closer to them. They are hard to swallow, stick in the gullet. Bitter sweet. Like childhood, our own, own children's. It would be nice if 'time' offered us a pass occasionally, to enjoy moments for longer. Tree blessings.