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Murph’s Musings
Crossing the Threshold of Grief
Love, loss, and becoming
There are moments in life that demand everything from us. They arrive like sudden storms, uprooting everything familiar, shattering what once felt solid.
These moments are Thresholds ~ portals between what was and what will be, spaces that require us to shed our old selves before we can step forward into the unknown.
The Threshold is the work of individuation.
It is an initiation into a new reality.
To cross a threshold of this magnitude is to surrender the self you thought was so well-formed. It is more than change, it is unmaking. The undoing of identity, the shedding of roles that once defined you, the disintegration of the structures you once clung to.
This is not easy work.
Threshold initiation means something will be lost ~ a part of you, a belief, a way of being. There is no way around this. A metaphorical death must occur so that space can be made for what comes next.
This death can be disorienting.
You may struggle to recognize yourself. The world as you knew it may dissolve beneath your feet. The ground seems to crumble as you freefall into your new reality.
