We Are The Threshold Part 1

By Stephanie Eskins-Gleason

There is a stillness beneath the storm,

a voice beneath the noise—

and it is calling.

Not for answers,

but for embodiment.

Not for more doing,

but for deeper being.

This moment is not asking us to rush,

to fix,

to force.

It is asking us to remember.

That we are not separate from the aching world—

we are part of its awakening.

When the world trembles,

so do we.

But not out of fear.

Out of attunement.

Because we are not just watching the old fall—

we are midwifing the new.

So breathe.

Not to escape,

but to anchor.

Stand.

Not to oppose,

but to embody a different way.

Speak.

Not to argue,

but to resonate.

This is a time for sacred clarity.

For heartful strength.

For coherence that ripples.

Let your tenderness become your courage.

Let your presence become your response.

Let your wholeness become your act of defiance

against a world built on fracture.

We do not need more warriors of war.

We need warriors of wisdom.

The ones who can hold grief in one hand

and possibility in the other.

The ones who know that stillness is not surrender,

and action is not always loud.

So ask not, “What’s the right side?”

Ask instead,

“What does love require of me now?”

Let your life whisper the answer.