Thresholds are where we can encounter the freshness of breathe itself, where we in our being move into and over an ethereal space wherein we seem to be in a new skin in our lives. The actual threshold is only recognized it seems once we have made a crossing. It seems often to be a change that is imperceptible to any physical reality.
There are no rituals that help us cross and we do not cross them worthily; the thresholds for us to cross are not there by our own making nor by our own discovery, rather as we move on in our seeking they emerge and we cross over in true humility.
Threshold..(etomology—thrashen)..to separate the grain from the husk…a place to move into more critical and worthy fullness.