Hello Dear One!

Most people imagine thresholds as grand things.

Castle gates. Cathedral doors. Bridges between worlds.

In truth, most thresholds arrive disguised as ordinary Tuesdays.

They appear as forms submitted. Keys handed over. Train tickets purchased. Phone calls answered. Conversations begun.

A threshold is simply the place where one thing ends and another begins.

Here in the Celestial Café we watch for such moments.

The angels are often more interested in these small crossings than the dramatic ones. Human lives change less often through miracles than through choices quietly made.

A door opens.

Someone steps through.

The world rearranges itself around the courage of that movement.

Every story begins somewhere.

Usually at a threshold.

Larissa, 

Mistress of the Brew.