At the Threshold to new beginnings

Unfolding a new chapter holding together sorrows and joy, and also a gift for you!

Invitation into “wintering.” Photo: A. Furchert 2023

Dear one,

I am always a bit scared of the winter season and thus trying to prolong Fall as much as possible. But then, when the first snow flurries tumble to the ground I find myself overcome by joy. The crisp air, the quiet dance of white flurries, the soft blanket of fresh white as it illuminates the night seems to open a door of my heart I keep forgetting over the rest of the year: Simple, childlike joy.

And so, like a greeting from beyond, the first snow came to remind me to remind you of the simple joy of living. Pure, naked, and vulnerable.

In the midst of the terror of this aching world, let us not give up on breathing and living and humming, dear friend. I have gotten beautiful personal notes from many on my last post on hoping against despair. Thank you, thank you and keep writing! And if you have not seen it over here on substack do leave a heart or a comment.

I am grateful for each of you who started following Cloister Notes…