The Threshold Transmission Blog
You don’t actually choose whom you love – your only real choice is what you do once the pull has already arrived Ask whether you chose whom you love, and the quick answer is yes – or at least that you could have consciously made that choice, that with a little more sense you would […]
Why dreaming with your eyes wide open has only one way in – and why that way is the opposite of everything you would normally do Notice, for a moment, how much of your day you do not actually remember. The commute that happened while you were elsewhere. The meal eaten while you answered messages. […]
Why the foundation of happiness is not control but absolute trust – and why the more tightly you grip, the more unreachable happiness feels You have arranged things well. The accounts, the calendar, the people, the contingencies – you have learned to stay ahead of life, to see the problem before it arrives and have […]
Why ordinary life turns vivid the moment you stop reaching past it – what your communion with the divinely mundane gives you back There is a moment that visits you sometimes, if you are paying a certain kind of attention, and it makes no sense on the surface. The steam off the coffee, the weight […]
Why you can’t handle happiness, love, or freedom when it finally arrives – and what keeping them at a distance protects There is a sentence almost no one says out loud, because it sounds absurd: enough – please, no more of the good things. Nobody admits to it. And yet you may have lived it, […]
Why the oldest joke is also the one that costs the most – and how “you are what you are looking for” stops being a slogan There is a sentence you have probably met before, on a card or a wall or the back of a tea box: you are what you are looking for. […]
Why the more you walk, the less you arrive – and how being over doing becomes a lived fact instead of a slogan There is an accounting I have been keeping for years now, and it refuses to add up the way a life is supposed to. The more I walk – the more faithfully […]
