Any crossing of a threshold comes from within the individual and at times we go it alone, intent on using no resources beyond us and dependent on no one.  The pain we feel, the grief we bear is too bare or raw to share with any other, at least for now.  Part of the wonder of life pours over us in the insights or meaning found in moments of solitude, in journals of reflection, or in places of awe and beauty.  A walk, daily quiet, solitary places, inspiration in poetry, events in a book, dreams to consider, the passion of creativity...

We have a Roy Vicker's print of Chesterman's Beach, near Tofino, British Columbia.  The words inscribed on it are these:  "The Storyteller:"  Storytelling is the ointment of the healer.   At times we do well to mull over and over our story, telling it to ourselves until the Spirit's ointment takes root.  At others times we need to risk sharing our story in community in order to cross that threshold.