Seasons, by their very nature, are liminal. We mark December 21st as the day Winter begins, and yet winter is as fluid as can be. We stay in this weird threshold for weeks when there’s a change of season. Does my body know it’s winter? Does my brain know? Is this calendar wrong? The temperatures outside during the winter are unreliable, and the impending holidays cause us to “begin winter” in our heads as early as Halloween.

The good news is, I kind of like thresholds. You’re not quite at the end of one chapter and another is starting to present itself. I’m alright with that. Does it make me feel spectacularly disorganized at times? YUP! And I’m alright with that too. I look at my To Do lists and then at my son’s curls and boundless energy and think, “I’m where I need to be right now. This other will keep for a little bit longer.”

As Ryan, Finley and I turn the fluid page between “last year” and the “new year” we want to wish each of you a feeling of peace – real peace of mind — the kind that slows your pulse and warms your insides. And I pray for each of you a sense of hope. We cannot always find it within reach, but hope sustains us, reminds us of our blessings, and keeps us moving forward – faces pointed toward the light and anxious for what will reveal itself in the liminal mist. Here’s to that in 2022: light, peace, and hope.