A colleague of mine, Laura Kinkead wrote this beautiful poem which is appropriate for this time of the year. As we await the New Year, there is a feeling of being at the threshold. It is a time to reflect on what and who is important in our lives as we enter the New Year.
The poem is a reminder that what brought me to this point serves to ground me. It is the people and things that have expressed their love in many ways that allow me to find moments of solace, abundance, and opportunities to linger as I cross each new threshold. I am gently reminded to listen to the soft voice from within that reminds me of the richness of life.
Summer’s abundance within me
and Winter’s rest ahead of me,
At the threshold,
What beckons me, pulls me forward,
What little voice reminds of what has come before
What do I gather up, too precious to part with,
And what do I leave behind
glad to rest beneath the soil
to become the rich humus of tomorrow
I stand with the the sun’s warmth upon my face
as the wind pulls another leaf slowly to the ground