Meditation with Janus: Keeper of Thresholds
We stand with Janus, the two-faced god of thresholds:
Facing forward, looking back.
One gaze rests on what has been, the other on what is yet to come.
We stand with Janus, the two-faced god of thresholds:
Facing forward, looking back.
One gaze rests on what has been, the other on what is yet to come.
In him, we learn that time is not a straight road,
but a wandering track, curving through memory and possibility.
The Almanac of Mystery
but a wandering track, curving through memory and possibility.
The Almanac of Mystery
The year is an almanac, pages filled with hidden signs.
Janus teaches us to read them not as certainties, but as mysteries:
to hold both the ending and the beginning in one breath.
Janus teaches us to read them not as certainties, but as mysteries:
to hold both the ending and the beginning in one breath.
Every closing chapter carries the seed of its successor.
Every farewell whispers of arrival.
The Ecstasy of Living
Love, laughter, weeping:
Janus reminds us that joy and sorrow are not opposites,
but companions walking side by side.
The kiss and the tear, the song and the silence,
all belong to the same track of time.
To live fully is to embrace both.
Coal and Luck
The New Year’s coal, black and glowing,
is both burden and blessing.
It carries the weight of what we have endured,
and the spark of what we may yet ignite.
Janus asks us: will we carry it as heaviness,
or kindle it into warmth?
Sand and Sea
A grain of sand in the outback,
a wave breaking on a rocky stack
Janus shows us that transitions are vast and small,
cosmic and ordinary.
The tiniest shift in timing,
the grandest surge of ocean,
both mark the truth:
In our end is new beginning.
Closing Reflection
So let us pause at this threshold.
Let us honour the backward glance,
and welcome the forward gaze.
cosmic and ordinary.
The tiniest shift in timing,
the grandest surge of ocean,
both mark the truth:
In our end is new beginning.
Closing Reflection
So let us pause at this threshold.
Let us honour the backward glance,
and welcome the forward gaze.
Janus holds them together,
and so may we:
memory and hope, grief and joy,
ending and beginning.
All on time’s wandering track.