December 8, 2020
The Beckoning
By Amba Gale
Each season’s passing marks a new season’s beginning. Each era of our lives has its own challenges, which challenges become teachings; its own griefs, which griefs open our hearts to compassion; its own sorrows, which sorrows, when
embraced intentionally as gifts themselves, when fully experienced, allow for the burgeoning of joy, and open us into gratitude, gratefulness, and Grace.
This is a time of threshold crossings for us all, a time for healing, for harmoniousness, for making whole, with abundant heart, abundant awareness, and abundant courage, as we lean into and explore, like great adventurers, the conversations that can guide us internally, like an inner compass, toward our own north star, while around us, the land is shifting, and we have very little external guideposts along the way. Longing and intentionality, courage, embracing the
unknown, generating appropriate endings, starting new beginnings, attentiveness, presence, gratefulness, and wonder mark the path before us.
May your own inner journey be graced with the goodness of fellowship and community along the way.
May my book of poems, photographs, and teachings, Crossing Thresholds, Island Reflections serve as a welcome guide for you as you navigate these times. As Brother David Steindl-Rast, the wise and humble Benedictine monk has said, “our eyesight rinsed by tears and our hearts widened by silence, we are ready to be guided across inner thresholds we will have to cross before we can cross the outer ones waiting us. Amba Gale’s work can provide much guidance. Blessings on it task!”
I would love for you, and invite you, to join me and a community of fellow journeyers in a conversational pilgrimage in January and February of 2021, Crossing Thresholds, a New Opening, where the poems of this inner guidebook lead the way through heartful conversations which allow us all to arrive, during the winter time of darkness and of reflection, to our next, new lands, where we can hear the more spacious horizons calling us and beckoning us into them from our
own futures.
The Beckoning
By: Amba Gale
Thin pine boughs tremble,
chilled and thrilled as they beckon
cold winter to come.
