When you reach the end of something–a project that has touched you deep, filled dreams and hours and days; a relationship that has frustrated and nourished you, as most relationships do; a home that has cradled your unfolding; an era of your life or even your life itself–may you hold in one hand sorrow, a bowl filled with emptiness and tears and in the other hand, gratitude, a cornucopia heaped high with thankfulness for all you discovered, received, and enjoyed. May you pause there at the threshold, at the place between this ending and whatever comes next. May you drink deeply of both your grief and your joy, allowing the twin, intertwining streams to run through you, reshaping you, opening and closing doors to worlds within and beyond you. May you honor the change; may you mark and celebrate the passing of days and selves.