This is a writing prompt that I used today.
Picture a threshold, a place you can cross.
Describe this place as best as you can with all your senses. Questions to consider: What does it smell like? What time of day is it? What is the weather like? What are the features of this threshold? What do you have to do to cross? What colors stand out.
Thank you for being here with me on my Substack. I had no idea what I was doing when I started and still have very little idea of what I’m doing. But every subscription and every understanding comment and resonant like has been the wind beneath my wings.
Thank you for staying with my words, even if it’s just an email that you never open. I have always dreamed of having a space to write that is fully my own, and here it is, by some divine conjuring, this year I was ready to take that step into this possibility, and you were here to support.
Thank you for receiving my energy. This past year has been one of chaos, and I digested some of the ugly and the painful here. I hope to digest it into something beautiful so that a tendril of our shared humanity can heal. I hope to continue this project.
Thank you to everyone who has listened to a meditation, did a writing prompt or considered my exercises. It means the world to me.
My threshold is an archway of vines braided thick between leaning branches unafraid to create a pattern of lace. There is a soft breeze. My footsteps land on a soft pad. The entrance has a full thick shrubbery, causing a deeper shadow to be cast, but I know if I go farther along the canopy will lessen. The whole space is dipped in a glow of golden light.
All I need to do is walk mindfully forward.
Blessings for your new year, may you find peace, happiness, joy, and light.
May your healing journey gift you awareness.
May you become, even for just a moment, Love herself.