Paused this morning, old paint worn to smooth, dirty graying wood below my feet, chipped along the edges and gouged along the surface. Only a few seconds ticked by. With a time warped consciousness a life time entered my childhood home. This door opened and closed to the first day of school, graduations, boy friends, husband, children and grandchildren. Through the door passed joy and sadness, hopes and fears, love and tenderness, anger and irritation, ignorance and wisdom. Kissing my 90 year old mother goodbye, one more time, I step through the threshold of this house, aware now, that each moment is its own threshold.
Threshold: 1) Doorway, entrance, portal 2) Point of entry, beginning 3) A limit below which a stimulus causes no reaction
