We stand at many thresholds in life, but few are as visible as the turning of a year. A threshold is not the change itself, but the pause before change becomes motion—a moment of presence where clarity, reflection, and quiet listening can emerge.
The sacred rarely arrives with spectacle. More often, it meets us quietly—through ordinary moments, embodied presence, and the steady light that carries us through uncertainty without removing it.
There are moments when awareness feels less like something we create and more like something we enter. What if consciousness isn’t inside the mind at all? What if the mind is what rises within consciousness?