When we reach our limits in love, in the stillness of nature, in winter, what would it look like if we stepped one step closer into it rather than, as we so habitually do, away? When we’ve reached our breaking point what could these places of discomfort bring us, if we choose instead to explore them further?

There is richness there, hiding at our borders, hiding in the places we don’t care to look, avoid or find our greatest challenge in facing with grace rather than resistance. If we could learn to wander in instead of away, if we crossed our road lines into the unknown territories we have called too boring or uncomfortable, what could we find?